Page 70 of Twisted Play
She had her father’s green eyes, but where his had been cold with cruelty, hers burned with determination. It made me want to break her slowly, piece by piece, until that fire sputtered out.
She waited for my answer, cheeks flushed with anger, until Dr. Parker’s return broke the tension. “All done here?”
“Yes,” I snapped, grateful for the interruption.
“Eva?” Dr. Parker asked, apparently sensing my annoyance in my tone.
“All done, Dr. Parker.” Her face was once again cheerful and bland, a perfect student, ready to do her duty, eager for the next challenge—a perfect mask over the fury inside her.
I wanted to bring that fury out and use it to immolate everything she loved and cared for.
Starting with her father.
28
INTERLUDE
Eva
*picture of dress*
Is this cute, or does it look like I’m trying too hard?
Sage
*fire emoji*
Vi
*fire emoji*
Rory
*fist bump emoji*
29
EVA
I tugged at my hair,smiling at my reflection in the mirror as I adjusted my strapless bra. A strappy sun dress lay on my bed, the same green as my eyes, to emphasize my curves without making me look like I was trying too hard.
Not that this was a date. Tristan promised me it was just shopping—errands—when he’d called me last night to arrange it. I couldn’t date Tristan, no matter the warmth that took up residence in my chest when he carried my bag for me, or the butterflies that erupted in my stomach when he pushed a strand of hair out of my face, or even the heat in my core when he tugged on my hair to kiss me. Not while Cole?—
My phone buzzed.
Cole
Wear something pretty for Tristan, like that cute plaid skirt you wore the other day when you finger fucked yourself in the front seat of my car.
Me
Go fuck yourself.
Cole
Don’t make me ask twice, sparrow.
No panties.
