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“Please, Logan…”

“Is it red?”

She presses her lips together, and I go back to eating her out until her legs are shaky and my own jaw hurts like hell.

By the time I’ve decided she’s had enough, the ginger root has dissolved to a sliver, and the ice in the bowl has melted.

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?”

She looks up at me through hooded eyes. “You’re such an… ass… hole…”

I lift her up into my arms, and cradle her until she falls asleep.

38

Logan

“Maybe, if you keep making me come, every single moment of every single day… maybe I’ll let you keep me in your cage.”

It’s the next morning, and Lia is sprawled in bed, blinking up at me lazily as I bring in the breakfast tray.

“Funny. I didn’t think you were letting me do anything.”

I pull her into my lap as I always do, and start spoonfeeding her oatmeal.

“Also, I can eat. I can drink by myself, and go to the bathroom with the door closed, and without cameras watching me. I’m not helpless, and I won’t disappear the minute—”

“Is this really how you want to start the day, Lia?”

She glares at me. “What, with an argument? Well, if you continue to—”

“No, not with an argument, baby. With a punishment. Last time I checked, captors don’t argue with their captives.”

Her glare grows furious. “I don’t know how you think it’s helping, to keep reminding me every single second of the day that I’m a prisoner…”

“Okay.” I lift my hands up in a sign of apology before bringing a cup of coffee to her lips. She takes a sip despite her earlier objections. “Okay, I’ll stop,” I say. “Or at least, I won’t do it as often. I don’t want to make you unhappy, Lia. I told you so.”

“Hmm.” She glances at me suspiciously. “That doesn’t sound like you. Or like the new you. The old one wanted to kill me, but he was loving, too. The new you…”

“The new me has lost you one too many times,” I tell her, gripping her waist.

She sighs, sagging back against my chest. “Okay.”

We stay like that for a beat in silence, and I try to find my way back to the person I used to be, before years of pain turned me into a hard shell who could only show my love by hurting the object of my affection.

Though I guess some part of me has always been like that.

Lia breaks the silence first.

“I wanted to tell you... I know you’re still looking for Jane.”

I stare at her. She hasn’t mentioned her daughter much lately, and I’d started to wonder if she’d forgotten. If that part of her memory had closed down again, or if it felt so painful she’d buried it.

Ever since her suicide attempt, I’ve been keeping my search strictly secret, and I have no idea how she found out.

“I looked at your phone,” she admits in answer to my unuttered question.

I arch a surprised eyebrow. “You got into my phone?”