Page 191 of Positively Pricked
Before leaving, he leaned close, almost like he might kiss me. But he didn't. Instead, he said, "We'll talk later."
Was that a promise? Or a threat? Either way, all I could do was nod.
And then, he was gone, leaving me sitting alone in the quiet house. Even with the furniture and boxes, the place felt big and empty, and nothing like an actual home.
This shouldn't have been surprising. After all, this wasn't anyone's home – not anymore, and all thanks to Zane.
And yet, I couldn’t help but love the other side of him – the side he'd shown me not so long ago. If I wasn't careful, I'd be falling hopelessly under his spell.
I sighed. Who was I kidding? I already had.
That realization only confirmed what I knew all along. I'd be smart to leave as soon as possible. Cripes, if I werereallysmart, I'd leave now, but I didn't quite have the nerve, not after he'd gone to so much trouble.
I spent next couple of hours wandering through the house, opening the windows to let in the fresh air, and trying to pass the time while I figured out what to do – not just with my living situation, but with my whole life.
Utterly overwhelmed, I finally sank down on the nearest sofa – whichwasn'tan antique, thank God – and closed my eyes, hoping it would help me think.
It didn't.
Instead, I drifted off, thinking of Zane, only to be startled awake by the sound of ringing.
I sat up. It was a phone. But it wasn't my own.
Well, that was odd.
