Her face lights up. I don’t care if she wins. Her winning might actually let me leave faster. But even if I lose, I will still end up with m
ore answers, because in the game, she always reveals more about herself. And I need to know everything about Kai to free us both.
21
Kai
Enzo wants to play.
It seems the only way either of us will share information is through the game. And I’m ready for redemption after the last time we played and I lost.
I’ll do anything to get answers. And I’ve already lost everything, my freedom included, and got nothing in return.
Enzo continues to dry his dripping body off with a towel, feeling free to show me every inch of him.
I don’t like being touched, but it doesn’t stop my body from aching to be stroked by him. I want to sink my claws into his sculpted abs. I want to outline the mysterious wounds marring his body. Run my tongue over his thick jawline until I taste his salty lips.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom when you’re finished getting dressed,” I say, turning to leave. If I’m not gaping at him, I won’t be as tempted. He doesn’t thirst for me anyway. And I don’t want him to crave me. If he did, he would have already forced himself on me. And neither my body nor soul could handle it.
“No.”
I pause, snapping my head toward him. “Change your mind?” Please tell me you didn’t. I need more information. Even if I lose, I’ll learn more about this strange man. And I’m tired of being alone. Our nights together are our only interaction. And we barely speak one sentence to each other.
The only real conversations I have are with Dr. Miranda and Westcott. Although neither talk about anything other than whether I’m healing or not. I’m tired of being alone. Even if it just means playing a game where we both try to hide the truth.
“We aren’t playing in the bedroom,” he says.
I gape.
“You will need to leave the bedroom,” he continues.
He wants me to get dressed. To wear clothes, so I don’t distract him.
“I’m not wearing any clothes,” I say defiantly.
He smirks and drops the towel. “Neither am I.”
Shit. Why did I think this was a good idea again?
Because now as much as he’s going to be tempted by my body, I’m going to be distracted by his. And I can’t let it show. I can’t let him see my weakness.
Enzo winks at me like he knows the dirty thoughts plaguing my head. And then he strides past with his glorious, godlike body.
I follow, chills running through my body as I walk. My body feels sore and stiff. I haven’t left the bedroom in weeks, or has it been months? I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been here, unlike when I was taken before and counted every single day.
Being held captive by Enzo isn’t that bad, but the loneliness is the same. I still feel like property. I’m still owned. Enzo just doesn’t act on his dark desires as my previous master did.
We step into the hallway single-file. The lights are off, and only the moonlight shines through the window overhead.
We continue in silence down the stairs that are no longer my adversary. The swelling in my ankle has reduced and other than an ache of stiffness, I’m able to keep up with Enzo’s quick steps.
My eyes dart around on the first floor, looking for Westcott. I don’t know what he does except bring me regular food.
“Westcott’s room is separate. He lives in a small cottage on the grounds. He isn’t here.”
I exhale. I don’t know why I care if Westcott is here. He’s seen me naked almost every time he’s brought me food. It’s not about that. It’s that this feels different. This game we are playing is ours—our secret. I don’t want anyone else to know.
I don’t know where we are headed. I have yet to tour the entire house. So when Enzo makes a sharp turn, I suck in my breath as I stand in the double door entrance to a grand room.