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“I'm talking about the little note you sent me this morning.”

“Did I?” I ask, pretending not to know anything.

“I think you know what I'm talking about.”

“Nope. "No idea,” I shake my head and focus on the road.

“You're going to regret not being very honest with me, Ms. Snow.”

“I'm sure I won't. I think I have been very honest with you,” I say.

“Have you been though?”

“I think so.”

“God, I love these little games you are playing with me, Ms. Snow.”

“Really? How can a man love games so much?”

“I'm not sure. All I know is that the past forty-eight hours have been very interesting, and it is all because of you, Ms. Snow. I keep learning more about you by the minute.”

“You're not the only one learning, Mr. Rothschild.”

“What is it you want to learn about me, Lily?”

“I can't tell you that,” I say, looking him straight in the eyes.

He smirks, turning his attention back to the road. The car engine's purr is almost calming. I can't stop thinking about his words.

He's learned something about me. I'm curious to know what it is.

“What did you learn, Ethan?”

“Oh, you will know soon enough,” he smiles.

“But that's not fair,” I say.

“You know what else is not fair, Lily?” he says as he finally pulls over. I can’t help but gasp at the sight outside the car window.

Chapter 10

Ethan

Iknew she would love the place. I was sure of it. I brought Lily to our special, secret place. A treehouse in my father’s gothic estate.

I thought if she came there with me, she'd remember how things used to be between us. She was the only girl who'd ever made me feel that way. She made me feel like everything would be all right.

Another reason I brought her here would be this terrible need to have her all to myself and question her on so many things.

“I can't believe this,” she says as she gets out of the car, her eyes mesmerized by the sight.

“Do you like it?” I ask and follow her. I like the way she walks.

She is so attractive, and the bare sight of her from this morning is living rent-free in my head. She walks towards the oak tree and looks up at the treehouse.

“I have almost forgotten that this place still exists,” she gasps

“Of course, it still does. I can't remember the last time I have been here, though,” I say, folding my arms, and watching her every reaction.

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