Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied smoothly. “Why would I watch you? You’re literally nothing to me.”
Well, she guessed that was true.
And if he was a liar, he was a good one.
Of course he’s a liar!
She could not trust what he said. Her arm was still throbbing from where he grabbed her after he was the one who frightened her!
Come on, Devi! You need to be more careful than this.
“Well, ouch,” she muttered. “But I guess that’s true.”
“Are your feelings hurt, Mouse?” he murmured. “Did you want to mean something to me? I have to warn you, I have a habit of breaking my toys.”
“You’re a psychopath, aren’t you?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.
Great. She was stuck out here with this maniac and no one would come running if she screamed.
“I wouldn’t start screaming if I were you,” he told her.
And he could read minds? She had the worst freaking luck. A seven-foot three-hundred-and-fifty pound psychopath was watching her like some creepy creep!
“I am not seven feet tall nor am I three-hundred-and-fifty pounds!”
Jesus. He was really good at reading her mind.
“And if you screamed that would make you a bad toy. And bad things happen to bad toys.”
That sounded . . . terrifying.
“You know you sound like a villain in a Bond movie, right?” she told him, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
She thought she did a pretty good job, even if she was trembling like a leaf.
“Do I?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “And, I notice that you didn’t mention you weren’t a villain just now, when I, you know, called you one.”
For some reason she thought she better take a step back. And then she took another step back . . . for good luck.
And because he was emanating a serious creepy vibe.
“What are you even doing here? It’s a Monday night, you know. Don’t creepers get Monday nights off or something?”
That would be nice to imagine. That she could have one night without worrying about some asshole attacking her.
And yes, she was including her father in that thought.
“Creepers? Are you seriously calling me a creeper?” he grumbled at her.
Yeah, two steps back this time. Three. Four.
She swallowed heavily. “I don’t know why you keep turning up, Vega. But maybe you should just go back to . . . wherever . . . you came . . . from . . .” she trailed off.
That was the end of her bravery. She was pretty sure she was done. Her legs were shaking and her palms were sweaty despite the fact that it was freezing out here.
Yep. So. Done.
She headed toward her trailer. It was difficult to turn her back on him and she might have started breathing really heavily. Especially as she felt him behind her.
Oh shit.
This was it. Vega was going to kill her.
“Is your father here?”
She screamed again and stumbled over the stairs up to the trailer.
“Holy shit, girl. Can’t you stay on your feet? You’re a fucking walking disaster.”
“It would be easier if you would stop scaring me,” she snapped at him. Turning to him, she leaned back against the door. “And of course he’s here. Why do you want to know?”
He placed his hands on the trailer on either side of her head. He was looming over her and she swallowed, trying to get rid of the dryness in her mouth.
“Are you lying to me, Mouse?”
Why did he have to be so fucking terrifying?
Wait. Could he still read her mind? Was he reading it right now?
Jesus. Devi. Calm. He can’t read your mind, you’re probably speaking out loud in your panic or something.
Okay. That was a much more likely explanation.
“Lying?”
“Your father isn’t in there, is he? Why are you lying? Are you afraid to be alone with me?” Vega asked.
Yes. Very much yes.
“I’m about to pee my pants.”
“What the fuck?” He stepped back and even though she couldn’t see his face, she could sense the disgust.
Good.
That’s what she’d been going for. Disgusting people was her superpower.
Not really, but when she was terrified she tended to blurt out whatever she was thinking and most people were horrified.
Hey, if it meant they left her alone, she was all for it.
Why wasn’t he leaving her alone? She’d done what Rohan had told her to and messaged Freddy. He’d assured her that he’d take care of things.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled.
“So, so much. I need to go now.”
“I know your old man isn’t in there,” he said.
“Well, if you knew that, why did you ask me?” she grumbled. She’d gone through all this for nothing?
“Don’t get smart with me, Mouse. It doesn’t suit you and I will be tempted to break you.” He slowly reached up and touched her face.
Cue terror.
“Of course, I will enjoy that. You won’t, though.”
Yeah, she got that.