Page 54 of Capo

“Figure it out.”

She shakes her head and rubs her hand over her forehead. “I don’t get you.”

I don’t know how to answer that. Especially not when I suddenly have the urge to actually have someone ‘getting’ me. I stand so abruptly that she jolts. David looks up and I put my hand to my heart, rubbing it across my chest, gesturing for him to relax. I don’t know what I do, or how I do it, but he miraculously goes back to his invisible patterns.

“Breakfast is over. Let’s go.” I tap a message to the maid who appears within seconds to keep an eye on David for me.

“Find me some cookies, Girl. Pronto. I’ll be back shortly.” I turn to David. “Will you go with the girl and get your cookies?” He nods and hops off the chair. I look at the girl again. “Do not feed him. I will.”

“Yes, sir,” she says breathlessly. “Come, David.”

I follow them with my gaze until they leave the room.

Chloe trails next to me back to my wing of the house and gives me a long look before I close the door, locking her inside.

She’s no one special, just an unfortunate person who happened upon me when I suddenly had the urge to improvise and explore, and yet I wonder, walking back to the dining room, if it isn’t I who have conditioned myself on her instead of the other way around. I put a finger to my lips, stroking them briefly, thinking of hers, before I let my hand fall.

I fucking liked talking to her.

I don’t like the feeling. I don’t know it, and I don’t know what to do with it.

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