Chapter 22

Sitnikov let out an involuntary sound of disgust and snapped, "Of course not!"

"No?" she said. "Then why did you bring me here. This doesn't seem like a place you would bring the woman you want to have sex with."

She rolled over to look at him. Her arms remained wrapped around her middle, protectively. He hated the accusing look in her eyes, tempered with fear of him. He'd wanted to frighten her into talking, but he didn't like the result his actions got. "Jane, I could never bring myself to kill you, despite what you know of me."

"But you would hurt me?" She pushed herself up on the dirty mattress, wincing slightly and pushing a hand through her disheveled black hair, fluffing it around her head like a halo. It had gotten longer in the past weeks she had been with him, it reached past her shoulders now. He liked the severe, straight style she usually wore, but he loved the slightly longer wavy look on her.

He couldn't lie to her, she needed to know what it would be like to live w