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He shakes his head with a grin. “Beautiful and funny.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” My cheeks flush.
“You don’t?”
My eyes roll. “You sound like my shrink, turning everything into self-reflection.”
“He sounds like a smart man.” His grin is comforting and warm, like a mug of hot cocoa on a cold day.
“He’s okay.” I shrug.
Thoughtfully, he stares. “Does it help? Therapy?”
He waits for an answer, curious eyes searching mine.
“I honestly don’t know yet. I mean, how much could it have helped if I’ve turned into a murderer?”
He lets out a laugh, his entire body rocking. “Shit, you are something else, aren’t you?”
“If you say so.” I sound unconvinced.
His eyes darken as he drops his elbows over the top of his thighs. “You are, Kayla. Don’t ever talk about yourself like that, like you’re not sure of your worth. I don’t ever want to hear it.”
My heartbeats pound from the intense way he gazes at me, from his words filled with meaning.
“Okay…” I whisper, knowing right now I’d agree to anything he says.
“Damn, that was easier than I thought.”
That tiny, crooked smirk is back, and all it does is make me feel alive, like I’m free-falling. Like maybe there’d be someone to finally catch me on the other side. What a stupid thought.
It’s then that A’s masked face appears, invading my thoughts, reminding me who I truly am. Corrupted and crazed for vengeance. And I don’t know which Kayla I want to be, because when I’m around each one of them, I’m two different people.
Or maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m deluding myself.
Yet the way I feel around these two men…it’s confusing and terrifying.
But I want them both. What has become of me? Depraved and insatiable.
At least I feelsomething,though.
At least I know I’m not dead inside.
Thattheyhaven’t killed that part of me, no matter how much they’ve tried.
CHAPTER TEN
KAYLA
He’s out cold.I poke him just to make sure. But he doesn’t even move. With both hands, I lay the fleece blanket over him before I tiptoe out of there.
I feel almost guilty for what I did, but not guilty enough not to have done it.
Grabbing my duffel, I quietly slip out of the house and lock the door behind me.
Hopefully he doesn’t wake up until after I leave. But those meds should give me a couple of hours, and that’s all I’ll need.
With a black hood over my head, my clothes the same color, I strut a few long blocks, two cars whizzing past before I stop at the house fifteen minutes later. It’s dark inside, and a blue sedan is in the driveway.
