Cado by D.T. Dyllin Page B

on. The not knowing part was worse than anything they could do to me, which was probably the point. I was cold and tired, and I just wanted to go—where? I didn’t have anywhere to go. I sure as hell wasn’t going to sleep in a bed where a dead body had been marinating in the sheets.
    “You can stay with me. You’re always welcome in my bed.” Lucian’s smooth baritone sliced through the silence.
    My heart jumped into my throat but I quickly regained my composure. I turned to glare at my golden god tormentor. He was standing just inside the cell, leaning against the bars with his arms crossed casually, as if our current situation was completely normal. He had on another tailored-to-perfection suit, this one a dark navy with wide pinstripes. His chiseled features were passive despite the glimmer of amusement in his cerulean gaze.
    “You’re the one who got me in here in the first place,” I growled. And if I wasn’t mistaken, he’d commented on something that I’d been thinking, not commenting about out loud. Could he read my mind, or was he just really good at guessing since he knew about the dead body?
    Lucian shrugged nonchalantly. “And now I’m offering to get you out.”
    “Why? Why are you doing this to me?” I fought the urge to walk over to him so I could slap his arrogant, yet beautiful face. I had a feeling the act would be completely satisfying but it definitely wouldn’t help my case with Lucian. I settled on glowering my displeasure instead.
    “I changed my mind.” He pushed off the bars with his shoulder and stood tall, his presence taking up more space in the room than it had a moment before. “I don’t want you to fuck anyone else. I find…” His voice trailed off as he seemed to pick at some imaginary lint on his suit. “Yes, I was jealous. The thought of you with someone else made me jealous. It’s not an emotion that I enjoy, nor am I accustomed to feeling it.”
    “Okaaaay,” I drawled. Then it hit me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I exclaimed as I lurched to my feet. “You let me be put in here so I can’t fuck anyone else.” But how? The body had already been found in my apartment and things had been under way— I tugged at my hair in agitation. “You were one of the witnesses, weren’t you?” Wow. Why hadn’t I put that puzzle together before? It was painfully obvious and it just served to prove how off my game Lucian caused me to be. He frazzled and confused me…fogged my brain completely. Turned me into a complete fool.
    My mouth dropped open as his lips tipped up with amusement. “Bingo.” He moved towards me as I backed up. I didn’t have very much room to maneuver and before I realized what was happening, I’d toppled over onto the small cot. Lucian loomed over me, a smug smile adorning his face.
    “What do you want from me?”
    He reached his hand out for me, palm up. “Come. I want to show you something.”
    “Fuck, no.” I shook my head fervently. “The last time you ‘showed me’ something—” I air quoted. “—somehow I ended up with a dead body in my bed. Thanks for that by the way.” I delivered him my best death glare.
    “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t run from me.” He kept his hand thrust out in open offering for me to take it.
    “Where did you come from? How do you know about me? Just—” I clamped my mouth shut in frustration. I had too many questions and from the bemused expression on Lucian’s face, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be getting answers anytime soon. “And if I don’t want to come with you?”
    “Then you stay here…indefinitely.”
    I ground my teeth together. It wasn’t much of a choice, was it? Lucian’s ability had to lie somewhere in mind manipulation. How else could he be controlling everything the way he was? “You’ve painted me into a corner, haven’t you?”
    “I’m giving you a choice. I’ve always been a fan of free will.”
    “Giving me two shitty choices