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“Enough of this,” I snap, my voice firm despite the trembling within. “You’re not going to get inside my head.”
Colton grins, that devilish spark igniting in his eyes. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, darling. You’ve already invited me in—whether you like it or not.”
I shake my head defiantly, locking my gaze onto his, trying to breach through the cloud of haze encasing my thoughts. “Really? That’s the best you've got?” My body begs for me to give in, to fall asleep on the bed and gather my strength.
Fuck the shower. I don’t care what I smell or look like.
“You want to kill my father.”
I still, tilting my head to the side as I stare at him. “And?”
Colton grins, and I hate how fucking sexy he is. Wearing the aftermath of my punch like a prize, he leans in close, his hand gripping my chin as he studies me. “If you want to kill a manwith the passion you have, it tells me that you know what you’re doing. You must be experienced in the art of death.”
The taunt hangs between us.
My breath quickens as I realize the weight of his words.
“So you found out my real name. Other than that, you don’t know a damn thing.” But even as I say it, a flicker of uncertainty ignites within me.
Does he know more than I think?
“I know more than just your first name,” he murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. “Luella Watts. Daughter of Adrian Watts, a sick pedophile who targeted his own daughters.” He leans closer, voice a sultry whisper, “Should I go on?”
Daughters.
He knows about my sister. A jolt of ice runs through me as I process his words, my breath catching in my throat. My heart pounds, the sound echoing loudly. I bite down harder on my lip, the sharp pain grounding me, as I fight the urge to scream, to lash out at him.
“Anyone could find that out,” I manage to say, my voice trembling, betraying the storm of emotions surging within me. My palms are slick with sweat, and a wave of nausea washes over me as the memories rush back, vivid and raw. They twist in my mind, reminding me of feeling powerless.
I fucking hate feeling powerless.
I take a shaky breath, the air heavy in my lungs, as flashes of fear claw at me, making my skin prickle. He stands there, a stiff presence, and in that moment, I realize how close I am to losing control.
“Really? You want more?” His brows arch, and I can feel the challenge between us. “Your sister was Sophia, and she died in my house. Your mother, however, died at your father’s hands.”
My stomach drops.
He steps back again, a predator savoring the hunt, and that smirk is maddeningly infuriating.
I can’t let him see how he’s shaken me.
“Most interestingly though, was what happened to your father.” His eyes darken as he rises to his full height, disgust curling at his features. “Murdered in his own home, his only daughter missing.”
“Imagine that,” I whisper, my throat swelling with emotion as I remembered the many nights of my father pinning me down, violating me in the worst ways before charging his friends to do the same. I shut my eyes and try to think of anything else, but the panic stains my chest, spreading like a disease.
“Luella.” Colton grips my face, and I glare at him, wishing I could headbutt him or something, but his grip is too fucking firm. “Fuck the past. The past is what will get you killed.”
“You don’t know anything,” I hiss, yanking my chin out of his grip so hard, it bruises instantly. It throbs as he stares at me, shaking his head. “You don't know.”
“What don’t I know?” His voice is softer now, and I can’t stand it. I don’t want his pity.
I want him to let me go.
“Just fucking kill me or let me go,” I tell him, tears of fury streaming down my cheeks.
Colton walks away wordlessly, and I wonder if he’s gone to fetch a weapon. Maybe he’s decided he’s had enough—maybe this is where I die.
I’m so sorry, Sophia.
