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I think her ire is actually aimed at the director. She’s pissed she’s not getting the answers she wants, and she’s raging that she’s being dismissed and sent to bed like a naughty child.
Have to wonder who thought it would be a good idea to send Kayla here, because from the murderous expression on the director’s face, it sure as shit wasn’t hers.
This is going to be fun.
WHY EAT OFFAL WHEN YOU CAN FEAST ON PRIME RIB?
‘UNHOLY’ – SAM SMITH & KIM PETRAS
KOOKABURRA
That fucking bitch!She deliberately chose Hatchet to ‘escort’ me to my room because she knew I’d have a million questions and he wouldn’t answer any of them. I meant what I said though, Iwillget him to talk. Eventually.
I’m seething, hands curled into fists and my footfall heavy, as I let Hatchet lead the way out of the canteen, but I follow closely behind. The last time I was left on my own, someone died, so excuse me if I don’t fancy being alone again anytime soon.
I stare at his back as I keep in step behind him. His hair is dark and wavy, curling at the back of his neck where it would meet his collar, if he were wearing one. His shoulders are broad and powerful, the muscles clearly visible through the thin material of his top. It’s not hard to imagine him brandishing a hatchet to chop logs. Or I guess, given where we are, making short work of chopping up a body or ten.
I didn’t mean to snap at him when he touched my arm; my anger was directed at Satan.
How dare she insinuate that the other residents are a danger to me because I’m the only female here.I’mthe danger tothem. She’ll see. By the time my plan’s complete, she won’t know what hit her.
“So, been here long?” I ask lightly. Silence. “What’s this place like?” Nothing. “What did you do to get sent here?” Tumbleweeds. And a scowl. Okay, I guess that was insensitive.
But I don’t let it deter me. I talk mostly to fill the silence, not because I actually expect an answer. It also distracts me from my rage, so I don’t end up doing something stupid.It’s your first day, Kayla, and there’s already been a death. Play the long game.
It doesn’t take long for Hatchet to stop outside a door. The corridor was pretty windy and I wasn’t paying any attention to where we were going. He taps the sign on the door.Room 666.I snort.
“This is me?” I at least get a curt nod this time. “Coming in?” I tease.
He shrugs and opens the door. No lock on this one I notice. Fun. I step inside and Hatchet follows, leaving the door open behind him. Boo.
The room is…unexpected. I try not to let the surprise show on my face, but I probably fail.
“No roommate?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Because I’m the only girl?” Another no. I guess they don’t share rooms either. Probably safer that way. And it’s not like this establishment doesn’t have the room. It seems vast. Am I really to believe we’re the only residents?
The room is large. Way bigger than I expected, and more like a mini suite you’d find in a hotel than a prison or asylum room. It’s…actually really nice. The lighting is soft, warm. Welcoming, I guess. A bed and two doors are to the right, and a sitting area before me. There’s even a kitchenette over to the left. The floor is the same as the corridors outside, but there’s a beige rug in front of the small cream sofa.That’ll be murder to get blood stains out of.
Even the bed is made up, with a fluffy-looking blanket draped over the bottom.
“I’m guessing one of those is the bathroom?” I ask Hatchet. He nods and points to the closest door. “What’s the other one?”
He raises a brow at me, as if to saysee for yourself.
I huff in mild amusement and walk over to the other door. It’s a closet. Decent sized, and full of clothes that aren’t orange. Things I’d actually choose and wear myself. My jaw drops as I turn back to Hatchet, only to find he’s followed me into the small space. My pulse flutters at his proximity.
“You’re telling me I don’thaveto wear the jumpsuit?”
He smirks.
I reach up and rip the damn thing open, exposing my breasts to him, and letting the rough material fall from my shoulders to pool at my feet. I step out of it and toe off my flat pumps, not even caring that I’m naked before a stranger, it feelsthatgood to be out of the damn thing.
Hatchet’s eyes roam appreciatively over my body, making me preen as my nipples tighten under his scrutiny. I clench my thighs together, unable to resist teasing him with a wink when his gaze comes back to rest on my face. “Like what you see, Daddy?”
He shakes his head, but it’s definitely not a no.
Stepping forward, I invade his space. He tenses, but it’s only fair. He invaded mine. I reach out and run a hand down his muscular chest. “I’m taking a shower. You’re welcome to join.”
He shakes his head again, but I swear there’s the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips. I raise onto my tiptoes so that I can kiss his whiskery cheek. He smells fucking amazing – like a pine forest at midnight under a full moon. He smells likefreedomand I can’t help inhaling deeply, trying to commit the vision his scent conjures to memory.
