CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Not much later, I found myself in the penthouse suite sitting across from Connor and gripping my bag, preparing to run away at the slightest opportunity. I could not meet his eyes. Afraid if I did, I might crumble my last shed of pride. I drew my hood over my head, wondering if I disappeared or if that disappearing act only worked on Arth.

“You.”

I sank deeper in the chair as he spoke. It felt like a knife was dragging over my mind.

“If you’re going to kill, just do it already,” I muttered and quietly added 'please'.

I refused to look up, tucking my feet when I heard some movement.

“What happened to you?”

I looked up at his question, startled by how soft he said them. Clenching my hands, I looked at everything but him.

“What do you mean?”

“How long have you been living in hiding?”

“For a while.” Why is asking all that? What does he want to know?

“You should have tried harder. I did think it was weird someone would wear cloak on a sunny day.”

“Stop all these questions and do it al