“Look at me, Emory,” he said.
I looked up at him, worry knitting my brow. I tried to slide my hands out, but he held firm. Shit.
Where was Will?
“Who conditioned you to lie so well?” he asked, staring into my eyes and keeping his voice calm and steady.
“He…” I trailed off as the snake, or whatever it was, stopped over my hand, and I felt it shift or…start to coil. Another lump lodged in my throat. “Aydin…”
“Who?” He tightened his hold on my wrists.
“He…” I breathed hard. “He wasn’t an addict. My brother had a temper,” I explained.
Fuck, where was Will? Tears sprang to my eyes.
“And he got physical with you?” Aydin asked.
A flicker of something hit my pinky—again and again. Its tongue?
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “Please.”
Let me go.
“Be still,” he said. “Look at me.”
I darted my eyes to his again.
“Like a rock,” he instructed. “You’re part of her terrain. She won’t notice you unless you want her to. Like a rock, Emory.”
“Aydin…”
“Don’t move,” he chided again.
I closed my eyes, trapped. Feeling it there. Unable to run. Any sudden movement, and… God, get it off me. Please.
“It reminds you of him, doesn’t it?” Aydin asked. “Your brother.”
What?
“Waiting for the danger to hit,” he continued. “Knowing it was coming.”
I kept my eyes closed, trying to drown it out, but my knees started shaking, and I wanted to hit him. My arms were charged, the anger there, like before, but I couldn’t do anything with it. Not yet. I couldn’t move.
“Unable to live, damn near wetting your pants and waiting for the inevitable as it got closer and closer to you.”
Shut up. He didn’t know me.
“Would you get sick right before you knew he was coming home?” he asked. “Run to the bathroom and vomit, maybe?”
I opened my eyes, meeting his through the blur.
Needles pricked my throat, remembering. “The kitchen sink,” I told him. “It was closer than the bathroom. I was usually making dinner.”
He nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The snake’s head slid over my hand again, grinding the dirt into my skin.
“Is it poisonous?” I asked.