“What is it you want from me?” I groan, sliding my hand down my face in exasperation.
“As many pieces as you’re willing to give for the night.”
I drop my hand and gape at him blankly, but he only waits patiently, gazing up at me.
“I just want to know about you. That's all. I'll tell you anything you want to know, too.”
I twist my lips, feeling myself relent. Mostly because I'm undeniably curious about Cage, too. I spent many lone nights in Alaska wondering about the man who completely obliterated my world with so much ease. What bothered me most was that I missed him. How could I miss someone I don't even know?
I'm hoping that if I give him what he wants, he’ll find something entirely unlikable and want to go home. Then, I can finally go to bed.Alone.
I can't afford my world being decimated again, and this time, I won't have to miss him.
“My favorite name in the world is Layla.”
My throat tightens, and I curse myself for saying her name. It’s impossible to think about her without feeling like my heart is being pushed through a woodchipper. I should’ve given him something impersonal. Like my favorite color.
He nods slowly, and the tiniest of grins curls one side of his lips upward. God, that look is lethal. I hate it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yep,” I croak, then clear my throat, a pathetic attempt to cover the emotion clogging my windpipe.
“My favorite flower is a tiger lily,” he tells me. Hesitantly, I meet his gaze again, but this time, I see shadows within them. “My mother was a single mom, and my father died before I was born. Growing up, she would buy herself tiger lilies every Saturday at the farmers’ market. She said she didn’t need a man because she could get herself anything she wanted. When I got my first paycheck, that was the first thing I bought her. I told her she may not need a man to buy them for her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve it.”
“Let me guess—you never stopped buying them for her,” I say, a smile involuntarily curling my lips.
He grins, and my heart turns into putty. “Still do.”
Goddamn him.
He was supposed to tell me something that made me find him abhorrent. Absolutely vile.
But then, his smile drops, and his features rearrange into an expression that instantly feels daunting. I already know what he's thinking. I can see it written all over his face.
“Let me guess,” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper. “You want to talk about my kidnapping.”
“I knew who you were before you walked into my store. The whole world did. And, like most people, I was obsessed with your case. The security footage…”
“Made me look crazy,” I supply, my stomach filling with acid.
“I know technology well, and it was clear that it was manipulated. You weren't crazy, and I understood that not only was the worst moment of your life broadcasted to the entire world, but that they altered it to make you look a certain way. Even back then, I was angry for you.”
“Thanks,” I mutter bitterly. “Is that why you fucked me? Wanted to play with the famous missing girl and have bragging rights?”
His face slackens, and he appears disappointed.
“No, Molly. The only person I ever told was Silas, and only because I was fucking hammered. And I fucked you because I was attracted to you in a way I've never felt for anyone else. I think I became obsessed with your case because my soul recognized yours. And I had so many questions about you.”
“Did you get your answers?” I ask, my tone hardening. I'm looking for reasons to be mad, but truthfully, I can't blame him for knowing about my kidnapping or being intrigued by it. The video footage is… it's something that mostcouldn'tignore.
The girl who seemed to disappear out of thin air.
And the girl who was chased by ghosts. Little did they know, Iamthe ghost.
“Not the ones that matter, which is why I want to know you, Molly. I want to know the girl that the world still thinks is dead.”
“Ilikeit that way,” I clip. “Everyone is too involved in their own lives to recognize a missing girl from fifteen years ago. This means I don't become a pony for the media circus, and I'm left alone. There's a reason I haven't let anyone get to know me.”