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His reply is like a sharp slap, mocking me with the same words he groaned in passion. How I loved hearing his filthy orders.
How I begged for more.
The shame ricochets through me, mingling with my fear and fury, until I can’t see straight.
I stop walking. “You think this is funny?”
Sebastian keeps walking. My fury builds.
“This isn’t a joke!” I scream, my voice echoing in the empty valley. I charge after him, suddenly incensed by his cool composure. Reaching him, I shove hard at his back. “None of this is funny!”
Caught by surprise, Sebastian stumbles, almost losing his footing in the snow.
“People are dead because of you!” I yell, the terror and tension boiling over. “Does that mean anything?”
Sebastian sneers at me. “You mean, like your precious Miles.”
I recoil from the unfeeling tone. “I mean your father,” I shoot back, wanting to hurt him.
He recoils. “Don’t you dare talk about my father,” he orders.
“No?” I taunt him. Wanting him to hurt, like I do. Wanting him to suffer. “Then how about Bianca’s father?” I add. “Or does he not matter to you, either? Just collateral damage along the way.”
Sebastian’s hand flexes, and for a terrible moment, I wonder what he’ll do. What he’s capable of, out here in the middle of nowhere, with no rules or audience to hold him back.
Then he narrows his eyes at me. “You should be careful, Little Sparrow,” he says, his voice low and deadly. “There’s nowhere for you to fly away.”
“I was never your Sparrow,” I hurl back at him, furious. “You just saw what I wanted you to see. Someone meek, and delicate. Someone you could keep trapped in a gilded cage. God, you were so easy to fool,” I say scornfully. Sebastian’s jaw clenches tighter, a telltale sign I’m getting to him.
Good.
“Did it make you feel like a big shot, getting to teach the innocent girl?” I continue, taunting him. I know I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t hold back. Not anymore. “Did it make you feel like a real man, knowing I had nothing to compare to you? That you were my first, my only one?”
“No.” Sebastian growls in answer, his eyes flashing in anger. “It made me feel like a fucking God. The way you would moan for me,” he adds, prowling closer to me. “The way you would beg for my cock.Deeper,” he mimics, “‘God, Seb, more.’ You loved every minute of it. Every fucking inch,” he sneers. “And don’t think you can deny it now. You may have faked a lot of things, Avery, but even you can’t fake the way that sweet cunt went off for me.”
“No,” I lie, shameful and furious at myself for ever wanting him.
“Yes,” he vows, reaching out to grip my chin. He holds me there, his eyes burning into me, rage and something even more dangerous lurking in their depths. “You know it’s true. We both do. How much you loved being my good little whore.”
I shudder at his words, and we both know, it’s not revulsion making my body react.
I wrench away. “I hate you,” I vow, shaking with fury.
“Then that’s something we have in common, Sparrow. Because I hate me, too.”
Sebastian starts walking again, heading determinedly towards the valley.
I have no choice but to follow.
2
AVERY
Sebastian sets a fast pace,his longer legs striding through the snow, and it doesn’t take me long until I’m out of breath and struggling to keep up. But I refuse to ask him to slow down or admit how much my body is aching.
I’d rather die than show him weakness now.
We walk for hours in silence in the snow, and my muscles are screaming by the time we hit a deserted mountain road. I pause, gasping for breath. “Do you think anyone will be out driving?” I ask hopefully.
