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Mason nodded, “I’m done with your past too.”
I quirked a brow and finally looked at the page she had the book open to.
The psychology behind homicide and those who commit it.
“Seriously?” I asked.
Mason looked down at her lap. “It’s not about you.”
“Sophia?”
Mason nodded. “I don’t knowwhyyou killed someone, but I know you seem sorry. Sophia doesn’t, and now that this is all out–”
“She acts like it’s a game.”
Mason nodded.
“Do you think it’s a sex thing for her? Your book said it could be.”
I blinked at her, my brain short-circuiting for a second. “Asex thing?”
Mason shrugged, eyes still on the textbook like she was afraid to look at me. “It said some people kill because it gives them a sense of control or power. AndSophia…” she trailed off, biting her lip. “Well, she likes control, and now the whole thing seems exciting to her. Like, not just that she’s a murderer, but that weknowshe’s a murderer.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, torn between horror and grim amusement, because I’d noticed it too.
“I uh, well, to me it seems like Sophia’s brain is wired like an old carnival ride. Half the lights are out, and the rest warning you not to get on, but you do anyway.”
Mason nodded, “Do youlikeSophia?”
I drew in a deep breath, not wanting to tell Masonno, I absolutely do not.Because that wasn’t entirely true. You see I loved the idea of Sophia. Sure, I wasn’t sure what to do with all her curves, but a beautiful blonde woman who was obsessed with me? And maybe dominated me just a little? Sign me the fuck up.
I just couldn't do the crazy. Or the way she made others feel small without trying. Or the way she seemed to only exist in her world, not caring about the way it’d affect others.
“I just don’t believe she and I are sexually compatible,” I confessed. “She likes to embarrass people, and I’m not confident enough for that.”
Mason’s brow furrowed like she was trying to decide if I was joking or actually baring my soul. And I didn’t like that, so I went immediately to dumbass mode.
“Hey,” I smirked, planting my hands on her stomach, “am I getting a baby for my birthday?”
Chapter 40
Mason
For a beat, Sebastian and I stayed frozen under the weight of his question. I knew thatheknew, I was socially stupid, but I wasn’t fucking dumb. And, while I didn’t know for sure how he found out, Cameron was suspicious.
Still, I didn’t expect him to be this bold.
He smiled soft, humming to himself as he softly patted my stomach. That's when I smelled the alcohol on his breath.
“Seb, have you been drinking?” I asked slowly.
He choked, shoulders rising as he went stiff.
“I–why do you think that?”
“You smell like a bar floor.”
“Okay, so I had two beers, back to back, on an empty stomach.”
