Page 45 of Creepy
“You’re awake.Good.”
“Yeah, good.I’m alive.No thanks to you.”
Dillon moved like he’d planned to come over to me but stopped himself.Shoving his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, he rambled, “I had no idea you wouldn’t be able to hold your own better out in the arena.”
“You asshole.”He was blaming me.
“I never planned to let you die.And I didn’t know...”
“What did you plan?”
“My guard said you were with another man.Troy.In his house all night.”
“You mean, you had Rowan spying on me all this time?”
He shrugged.“Only recently, since we heard people were moving back this way.”
“What’s wrong with Rowan?Did you feed him to some zombies, too?”
“Maybe.”
I sucked in a breath in surprise, but I guess I shouldn’t have been.Geezus.“Why in the hell?”
Dillon stepped forward.“He was already snooping around you, before.”
“So, you maimed him, and he works for you now?”
Dillon wiped all emotion from his face.“He survived.He’s a Stayer, now.What about this Troy?I never figured he’d be your type.”
“Why because he’s black?”
“No, Sissy.Because he’s a star.He’s quite famous.Was.When you were with me, you always hated the attention of politics.Figured an NBA star would turn you off as well.”
“I was never turned off by you, Dillon, or your career path.You left me, remember?”As I said the words like I had a million times, about him leaving me, I knew they weren’t exactly true anymore.
He changed the subject.“Troy’s a powerhouse and wise in ways men around here aren’t.He’ll make a hell of a Stayer.”
At least I knew Troy was alive.“Have you talked to him about this?”
Dillon brought his hands from his pockets and stuck them in his pits.“Did you sleep with him?”
I sat up completely, carefully, understanding I was still weak.Thankfully, someone had dressed me in a tasteful robe.“No,” I lied and swallowed hard.“He saved me from a zombie attack.”I touched my neck and noticed it’d been re-bandaged.
“That’s not what Troy said happened.Not all.”
My face scrunched up.I told Troy not to tell anyone we’d slept together.Maybe they tortured him.
Dillon stepped closer, his hands out now.“What did you expect me to do?What do you think I’m expected to do here?Just let you sleep around.”
I mimicked his hands.My voice cracked.“So, you kill me?”
Dillon barked, “No.I would not let you die.Just wanted to...”
I threw my hands around some more.“Scare me to death?”
“No.”Dillon blew out a breath.“We Stayers don’t let outsiders disrespect me like that.I’m important here, Sissy.”
I rolled my eyes.“Not so important that you can choose not to kill me, apparently.”
