There’s something wild in his gaze, a dangerous glint that makes me shiver. I draw my knees closer to my chest, wrapping my arms around my shins. “If I said yes, what would you do?”
His answer is hard and instant. “Kill him.”
My pulse flying and my eyes wide, I whisper, “Aidan.” He stares at me, waiting.
Finally, I say, “Is that what you did to your father?” He replies without flinching or looking away. “Yes.”
I exhale, close my eyes, and drop my head to my knees.
His voice lower, he says, “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“I’m not.”
Sounding unconvinced, he adds, “I’m not a danger to you. I’d never hurt you.” “I know.”
“But you’re hiding.”
“I’m…fuck, I guess I am. I’m just processing. Give me a minute, please.”
We sit in silence broken only by the occasional sound of water dr
