Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Ah, she’d asked about the hole being a secret location as a joke. After that, she hadn’t said anything else. Did my response to her question facilitate that? That she’s the first to come out of the hole alive? I mull that over, trying to understand it, but finally she speaks again, lifting a weight off my chest.
“You’re not falling asleep over there, are you? Don’t be driving me off the road. I already beat death twice. I don’t want to chance a third time.”
“You’re safe with me,” I try to reassure her.
“Right.” A humorless laugh leaves her. That's not sitting well with me either.
It’s making me—I think for a second, trying to understand what is happening inside of me—uncomfortable. A person has never made me feel that before, not in a way that was her doing but my own. It’s stemming from the fact that I have upset her. The need to fix it slams hard through me like a physical blow, rattling me from the inside out.
“You want my vow that I will not physically hurt you?”
“Does a vow mean anything to a person like me?”
Like her.
“Yes, it means everything.”
“All right, vow it then.” I glance over at her to see a small smirk tug at her plump lips. I reach down, pressing my palm into my cock that’s been hard since I locked eyes with hers.
“I vow that I’ll never physically hurt you.”
“Why do I feel like you’re adding the word physically on there for a reason?” Smart girl.
"I'm sure you are unhappy with me. I can't control your emotions."
"But you can." She cocks her head to the side even though she can't see. I miss her eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?
"If I could, then you wouldn't be unhappy with me."
"You could make me happy by taking me home. Let me go and we both can forget any of this happened.” Fat chance of that happening. I could never forget her. If anything, I want to memorize every single detail about her. To know her in ways that no one else ever has or ever will. I can’t stop thinking these irrational thoughts when it comes to Blair.
"How do you know I'm not headed there now?" She shifts in her seat.
"The direction feels wrong along with the turns and the speed of the vehicle. Unless you're driving around to throw me off before taking me home, so I really don't know where this hole is, and trust me, I don't want to know where the hole is. I'm not going to sneak back to have a grand old time and reminisce." She says it all in one impressive breath.
"I have a grand old time in the hole."
She snorts a laugh before she quickly covers her mouth with her hand. I get a funny sensation inside my chest that I can’t explain, but it helps ease some of that discomfort.
“You do know that you’re saying you enjoy torturing people, and that makes you a sociopath.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
"I'm not sure I want to know what worse is."
Not sure I want to know anymore either because I think if it came from her lips, it could cut deep enough to scar.
My phone starts to go off, Damon’s name showing on the screen. I answer it.
“Eros,” I say.
“Where the hell are you?” Damon asks. Blair sits up straighter at the sound of his voice. They go to school together.
“I’m handling things.”
“Where is Blair?”
“I have her.”
“Have her where?” my brother pushes.
“Why the fuck do you care so much?” I throw back at him, irritated. Not only because he’s pushing for answers but also because he’d been there when they went to go save the girls.
That means he would have known she was drugged and put into the hole. It pisses me off when it shouldn’t. It’s normal procedure for anyone our family considers a threat.
“Are you okay?” Damon asks after a beat.
“I will be.” I only need to get her back to my cabin and tucked away.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you forget Blair ever existed. You don’t know her."
“Eros—” He starts to speak, but I'm done. I end the call before powering my phone off then putting it into a Faraday bag I always keep on hand. Turning your phone off isn’t enough these days. Blair doesn't make a move, and then I see her bottom lip tremble.
"Hey." Without thinking, I reach over and pull the blindfold from her eyes. I can see the tears she's holding back. I jerk the wheel, pulling over to the side of the road. As much as I don't want to see her cry, I won't deny her. I’m finding that true for a lot of things when it comes to her. Unless we are talking about her freedom. "Are you okay?"