Chapter 13

I am walking down a dark road with Jules following me.

I told him to go to hell, and that I can find my way back, but he just laughed at me. He is always laughing at me, making me even more on edge. It's a cold sound, not that he actually thinks I'm funny, but the quite the opposite.

I am fuming.

Seething.

And I think he likes it.

He just confirmed what I had thought all along. I baited him, true, but somehow I know that is what he really thinks. I am a Brey. He does not want to feel anything more for me but simple, temporary carnal attraction. He wants to sleep with me just to get it out of his system, then maybe move on to Lynn. Or Brittany, perhaps both of them together.

That's not happening.

Not famous last words.

He will ruin me.

Then I will ruin him right back; there are no restraining orders here.

"Damn sugar, that boy is watching you like he wants it bad. If you don't want him, would you mind if I tied him up for a bit? He should not be wasted."