Chapter 51: Playing with Fire

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart. -William Butler Yeats

I manage to eat the food, slowly, and wash it down with water. Aaron reaches across the table and picks up the empty plate. Placing the dish on top of his, he carries them both to the sink. He approaches my chair. My chest constricts.

"Come here." He extends his hand. "We don't have much time."

My pulse quickens. "Why? Where are we going?"

"Give me your hand. And don't make me repeat myself. Do you understand?" His eyes are feral.

Did my question push him too far?

"I'm sorry." I set my hand on top of his open palm. "I shouldn't have asked." My stomach muscles contract.