Page 26 of Tame Me
My chest did that annoying flip while my brain thought of Randall with that mark on his body instead.
Is it pain? Nah, just…awareness, but always Randall when it flip-flopped.
“You see this? We got it, baby.” I murmured under my breath.
“See what?” the man snapped.
I blinked once, slowly, then smiled like I hadn’t just been talking to someone who wasn’t there.
“Your interior design choices,” I said. “Very…committed though, don’t you think? Maybe a little glitter would spice up the place.”
His gaze sharpened again, and his jaw flexed. “You talk to yourself a lot?”
“Only when the conversation’s worth having.”
He snorted unamused, and I took the time to step past him as if I’d belonged there all along. He watched me but didn’t try to pester me again.
That was the trick with asshats like this.
Don’t explain. Don’t correct. Just move and show you are not leaving.
The rig in the center of the room was already set halfway, with a rope hanging loose, its knots, for some reason, still unfinished.
I reached out, running the fibers between my fingers and assessing the material. Good quality.
Of course it is, Judas. This is the demon’s lair.
“Nah. You know who runs the demons?” I whispered with a smile.
They all screeched in my head, and I laughed out loud.
“Me bitch. The devil.”
“Bobby hired a fucking moron.” The stoic guy grumbled, shaking his head.
“Who started this?” I asked, ignoring his bitching.
“I did.”
I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “Then why’d you stop?”
He paused for a second, and I tried to decipher the flicker in his eyes.
“The client and I disagreed. Nothing to worry about. They made their exit.”
I huffed a quiet laugh, recalling the fresh blood on the wall. “Tsk, tsk, murder mouse. You don’t leave your work unfinished. Maybe that’s why I’m here. To finish it for you.”
He didn’t answer that.
I adjusted one of the knots, tightening it just slightly, watching how the tension shifted across the frame: precise, controlled, and predictable. What more could you ask for?
“Yass,” I beamed. “That’s better.”
“Where’d you learn?” he asked, walking over to assess my work.
I shrugged without looking at him. “Picked it up from a psycho triplet who tried to kill me.”
“Uh, who?”
