Page 212 of Midnights
Cam cracks his knuckles, leaning forward. “We need to figure out who this guy is. If he knows something about you that you don’t? That’s a problem. If he’s willing to hurt you over it, that’s an even bigger problem.”
I shift uncomfortably, but Cam isn’t finished. His usual humor is nowhere to be found as he locks eyes with me, softening his tone. “Let’s start with the basics. What do you know about yourself?”
I clear my throat, suddenly feeling like I’m under a damn microscope.
“Okay, well,” I start, forcing a small smile. “My name is Raven Taylor. I’m twenty-five. My birthday is December thirty-first. My grandparents were Anthony and Marjorie Taylor.” I shrug, keeping my tone casual, even though the weight of it all is pressing in. “I was born in Utah, and I still live there.”
“That's a good start.” He nods, while his fingers hover over the keyboard. “Parents?”
I hesitate. “Not much to say. They died when I was young. My grandparents didn’t like talking about them. I know they were from Scotland. I know their names. There’s some photos of them back at myhouse, but…” I shrug like it’s not a big deal, even though the ache I suddenly feel in my chest tells a different story. “They died in an accident. Some trip they were coming back from.”
The silence stretches.
Cam types something, but his expression is unreadable. Kane still hasn’t said a damn word, and the weight of this conversation is making my skin itch. I push off the couch abruptly, needing to move, and escape from the awkward tension.
“Hold that thought,” I mutter, already walking toward my room. “I need a new hoodie before I get hypothermia.”
No one stops me.
I go into my room running my hands down my face, while I take a deep breath, trying to regroup. I grab a dry hoodie and take another deep breath. I open my door to leave my room, but don’t make it very far because Kane’s standing right there, blocking the hallway.
I scoff, shaking my head, folding my arms over my chest. “Did you come to interrogate me?”
His lips twitch, but his eyes darken, and I watch a slow smirk kick up at the corners of his mouth. “Trust me,Princess,” he murmurs. “You wouldn’t like my version of an interrogation.”
Heat blooms, and my pussy starts throbbing.Of course he’d turn this into something dirty.I just wish my body would remember we’re pissed.
I roll my eyes. “Oh, I’m sure I'd be fine. But hey, you seem to have a knack for keeping secrets. So, you could probably teach me a thing or two.” My tone is all sugar and venom, daring him to take the bait.
His smirk doesn't falter, but something shifts beneath it. He leans forward slightly, resting a hand on the wall above my head. His eyes lock with mine in a way that makes my pulse stutter. “That’s rich, coming from someone who’s been keeping secrets pretty damn well all night.”
My jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”
He just watches, waiting for me to squirm.
Cam’s voice cuts through the thick air from the other room. “Alright, we’ll get this handled.”
I take the distraction and slip out from under Kane’s stare, and his arm, moving toward the kitchen.
“It’s getting late,” Cam continues, tucking his phone into his pocket like this isn’t a complete shit show. “You two should get some rest. Let the professionals take it from here.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but I can’t help the relief I feel that I might just get some answers after all. But it’s Kane who pulls my focus. That usual brooding exterior softens just enough to make something catch in my chest, but I ignore it.
“Raven,” he says softly. Which only annoys me more. “I’ve got something for you out in the car. Come with me?”
“Can’t wait.”
I try to ignore the flutter that stirs in my chest as I school my expression. “You’re not luring me outside just to try and talk your way out of lying to me are you?”
His lips twitch, “Wouldn't dream of it.”
I don’t believe him. Not for a second.
I’m aware of everyone watching me, but Kane’s already moving toward the door. I look over and Rachel’s grin stretches wide as she whistles, followed by a giggle.
I shoot her a warning look, but her smile only deepens.
“Behave,” I mutter under my breath, knowing damn well she won’t.
