Then, at the thought of his family, a bitter taste fills my mouth.
“Jonathan came over today,” I murmur. “He made it clear that he paid for my heart surgery when I was a kid just so he can destroy me whenever he wished. And oh, by the way, I just learnt it was never a heart condition. I was shot.”
Aiden takes two steps back and sits on a chair opposite the bed. It’s the first time he intentionally puts distance between us.
If it were the old Aiden, he’d invade my space and make me accept him even if I didn’t want to.
Being close is one of the intimidation methods he uses so well.
Not today, apparently.
Maybe I shocked him. But then again, Aiden is a mastermind, and usually a few steps ahead. Is it even possible to shock him?
His poker face doesn’t help.
“Drink. I made it the way you like, more chocolate, less milk.” He motions at the hot chocolate. “You need internal heat.”
“You knew about Jonathan’s plans, didn’t you?” My clutch stiffens against the cup. “Hell, you’ve been an accomplice all this time.”
“Drink your hot chocolate,” he repeats as if I didn’t hear him the first time.
“I won’t drink the damn thing!” I slam it not so gently on the nightstand. A few hot droplets burn my skin, but I don’t pay them attention.
What stings the most is the boy sitting across from me.
My heart bleeds at the thought that Aiden has only been with me according to Jonathan’s plan.
For some reason, I need to hear it from his mouth.
If I do, I’ll be able to hate him properly.
“Say it. You’re so almighty and don’t lie, right? So fucking say it, Aiden! Say that all of this has been a game.”
He remains in his chair but he glares at me down his nose as if he wants to strangle me.
Then his left eye twitches.
I should’ve run. I should’ve cowered away, but I didn’t.
Or more like I don’t get the chance.
Aiden stands and before I know it, he’s pinning me to the bed. His hand wraps around both my wrists and he slams them on the headboard above my head as he straddles my lap.
“A game.” He seethes. “Yes, Elsa, it was a game, but you refused to play by the fucking rules.”
“What rules?”
“My rules.”
I laugh, the sound humourless and a bit hysterical. “Your rules? Do those include destroying me like you said that first day we met?”
He says nothing and just continues looming over me like a grim reaper all complete with dark eyes and jet black hair.
“Were they your rules or Jonathan’s rules?” I mock. “Because he seems like the one who controls the game.”
“Jonathan doesn’t scare me, sweetheart.” He tightens his hold around my wrists. “And he shouldn’t scare you either.”
I scoff even though my heart bleeds open. “Are you starting another game, Aiden? Are you going to make me trust you again just so I’ll fall harder? That’s what Jonathan told Silver the other day, you know. He said that the prey ought to fall harder if she knows there’s no danger.”