Page 73 of Petite Fleur

What am I hiding from?

He freaking kidnapped me!

Is it not obvious that I am hiding from him?“Why?” I ask quietly.

He offers what I assume he thinks is a sympathetic smile, but I’m not buying it. He also offers me a hand, another thing that I refuse.

“Come out of there, and we will discuss this like adults.” He says calmly.

I glare up at him, leaving my arms tightly wrapped around my legs. “We’re past talking like adults. I think you messed that one up when you drugged me, jerk.” I mutter.

Slowly, far too slowly, this man gets down on one knee in front of me and gives me a smile that is honestly unsettling.

“I suppose you’re right. Fine, get out of the closet so we can speak like adults, or I will drug you again, and we will have this talk while you’re strapped to a chair. Your choice.” He replies calmly.

A shiver runs up my spine at his words, and his tone and the warmth that I’ve felt from this man in the past has vanished, now being overtaken by a feeling of ice.

The sweet man who drove me home and made sure I had water is gone; the stranger who bought me apple cider and gave me his nicest bags is now nothing but a monster and a stranger.

It’s somehow more terrifying when I get a good look at him and realize that while one of his eyes is a warm and inviting blue, the other is a cold, clinical, and terrifying gray.

Is it like a split personality thing?

The two sides of him are shown off in physical form to warn people away from the bad in him.

“Fine.” I snap back.

I’ll let him talk, but then I’m finding a way out of here.

Leon stands up, gripping the same thigh as he does, as if he needs to do so for balance.

Maybe this is a weakness? Something I can exploit to get out of here…

“I suggest whatever plan you think you’re forming, you don’t.” He warns.

When he offers me a hand, I crawl out from between the clothes without touching him and create as much space as I’m able to as I walk out of the closet.

He takes a seat on the small couch in the room, leaving enough space for me, but I sit on the edge of the bed instead.

I don’t want to be near this man right now, not until I know what’s happening and why.

“You live here now.” Leon says calmly once I’m sat.

I’m immediately up, glaring at him with my hands on my hips. “The heck I do!” I snap back.

He sighs and points to the seat beside him again.

“No! I want to leave.” I snap.

Leon stands up, towering over me and pointing to the couch again. “Sit.” He yells.

A shiver runs up my spine, and I sit before my body can protest

The warm blue and icy silver eyes glare at me with so much determination that I feel almost paralyzed with fear.

“You don’t have a home anymore. Your roommate threw you out, and you cannot afford a new place. You can’t even afford to feed yourself properly.” He mentions.

Okay, he’s not wrong, but this is not my home.

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