Any moment now, he’ll —
Aiden releases me and steps back.
Wait.
He… he’s letting me go?
I cautiously watch his expression like a deer caught in the headlights.
He schools his features into that poker face.
For some reason, I expect him to laugh in my face and grab me again.
I’m happy he’s letting me go, I am. But I can’t help the tinge of annoyance at not being able to read him.
He places a hand in his pocket, appearing casual, almost nonchalant. “Show me the mark.”
“What?”
“You’re not an idiot so don’t act like one and show me the mark I left yesterday.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
My limbs are shaking but I turn around to run. I need to escape his space.
His presence.
His damn face.
“If you take one more step. I’ll chase you, sweetheart. And this time…” he trails off, his voice turning suffocating like smoke. “I won’t stop.”
I gulp audibly and stop in my tracks.
A part of me doesn’t want to believe he’d go that far, but who am I kidding?
Aiden won’t stop until he gets what he wants.
With my heartbeat in a knot, I face him. “Why are you doing this, Aiden?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because you can?”
“Because I can, huh? Interesting.” He pauses. “You are so… frozen, did you know that?”
“Your minions wouldn’t stop reminding me of that fact, thank you very much.”
“You’re missing the entire point.”
“What point?”
“If you’re missing it, why should I tell you?”
I open my mouth to say something when he cuts me off. “Take off your shirt.”
My fists ball on each side of me.
“If you don’t, I will. How many ripped shirts do you want to collect?”