The Missing

“There is something I need you to understand.” Bodin abruptly shifted gears again. Opening his arms and snatching my upper ones in his grip.

“What?”

I’m not going to like this.

“You’re mine. I need you to not be sneaking about.”

“Or what?” I wrenched out of his grip and retreated a step. “What would you do about it?”

“Lock you down in this house.” His voice dropped threateningly.

“For what?”

“To keep you safe.”

“From what? From other men?”

“Yes. But primarily your cousin.” He crossed his arms in disapproval.

Guarding himself again. Keeping his damnable secrets.

“Why?”

“Because I suspect he’s far more dangerous than you think. And I won’t see you putting yourself in danger.”

“I’m quite careful.” I said snobbishly. Upturning my nose and looking at the ceiling in annoyance.

There was a long pause before he said the one thing that’d make me come unglued.

“Is that how you ended up flat on your back beneath me while I rode you?”