I’m the only reason why he was here?
I chuckled, then stopped short when I saw the myriad of emotions in his eyes, the story in them, the seemingly want in them for .
He generally looked like a puppy panting after his master for a tap on the head. He looked at like I was a drop of water needed by a traveler in the dry sandy desert.
But I knew Adam. I knew what he had done.
And as I stared at him, my mind reeled off his deeds again-not that I ever forgot his inhumane acts-my hands clenched into tight fists, as I struggled to hold back the urge to slap him.
The anger bubbling inside threatened to overflow, but I forced myself to remain composed, to keep my emotions in check.
What was Adam’s plan? How could he look so serene, so calm, while talking to as if nothing had happened? It was infuriating.
If I didn’t know what he had done, if I hadn’t discovered the truth about his betrayal, I might have fallen for his facade once again. I might have been drawn back into his web of deceit and manipulation.
But I knew better now. I knew the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior. I knew the pain and suffering he had caused , both physically and emotionally.
He had slept with out of spite, seeking to hurt in the cruelest way possible. And when I had tried to leave, he had turned violent, nearly killing in his rage, in the company of his brothers.
Yet despite the pain he had inflicted upon , he stood before with that sa calm expression, as if he had done nothing wrong. It was maddening. It was sickening. But it was also a reminder of the power I held in my hands.
If it hadn’t been for the mask I was wearing, the physical mask, and then of course the mask indifference and strength that I had learned to don in the face of adversity, I might have crumbled before him. I might have let him manipulate once again.
But not this ti. This ti, I had a plan of my own. Life had given a second chance, a chance for revenge. And I intended to seize it with both hands.
As I maintained his gaze, I felt a fire burning inside , a fire fueled by anger and determination. I would not let him break again. I would not let him win.
With a steely resolve, I squared my shoulders and let my fists uncurl. There was no need letting him know that he irritated this much.
Adam may think he had the upper hand with his fine face and smooth words, but little did he know, I was already plotting my next move. And this ti, he wouldn’t see coming.
"Why are you looking at like that? You don’t believe ?"
I gave Adam a last glance, and then walked around him, then sat in the place he had been sitting before. He joined there the next second.
I knew why I had let him, and why I sat there, thinking, instead of just walking away from him.
"Are you that desperate to bed a girl?" I finally asked, looking straight at him, so that I could absorb his entire emotion and know what to do with him.
He was shocked, a knowing shock, like he knew that’s what I thought of him, but didn’t know I would be so outspoken of it, that I would be so outspoken of a lie to him. But how was it a lie?
He was a notable womanizer, before and after .
"Dora, I will be honest with you. I like girls. I like sleeping around, although that has reduced drastically since..."
There was a pause, and I piqued my eyebrows at him.
"You ntioned honesty. So, I think you should stick with that if you want to stay here."
He inhaled deeply, and laid down on the thick hay, then beckoned on with his eyes.
I obliged him. I was looking for sothing, I was looking for truth, and he seed the most vulnerable like he had in the cave. Could be another ploy. I know. But I was curious about the cards he would play.
"I don’t think I have slept with another girl apart from Claire since the event with Maya."
Okay, we are getting there.
"Who is Maya?"
There was empty silence, and for a minute I thought he wouldn’t be answering my question.
"Maya was the girl my heart first beat for. She was sunshine to my darkness, and it is still weird that I had bullied her at first."
I shifted uncomfortably, hearing him talking about in such a soft tone. I readjusted the mask on my face too, slightly, such that he didn’t notice the hand movent. His entire focus was on the stars-stained sky.
"We bullied her because she had no wolf gene. Not my proudest mont, I have to say. As a matter of fact, I have regretted my actions everyday. I don’t think I will ever stop. I keep thinking that was the reason why she had absconded from the pack, from the holding cell. She had thought that perhaps we would... I don’t know, leave her there. But I had actually convinced my father to let her go, and had shown my father evidence that there was no way Maya had been behind the theft. The elders had agreed too, including Naomi’s father..."
"Okay, backtrack a bit. You just switched from Maya being the sunshine to Maya being in prison. Could you explain the in between events, and how it all started, so I wouldn’t be confused?" I interrupted Adam with a question.
Just perhaps this mask would be useful for collecting information, might be worth the sweat beading on my nose, the little scratches on my face, and not breathing properly.
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