“What,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine, “did she tell you to do with it?”
I lower my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to lean closer. “She told me to give it to Alden.”
I see Kent’s lips curl back from his teeth at that. But before he can ask another question, I continue.
“But obviously, since it was still in my room,” I whisper, lowering my eyes to his lips as I speak. “I didn’t.”
I hear a low rumble of dissatisfaction in Kent’s chest as he pushes away from the table, turning his back to me, clearly thinking this through.
I stay where I am, leaning my weight onto my elbows and forearms, watching him, my hair spilling around my face. I shake my head, trying to push it back, but it doesn’t work.
“Why,” Kent says, over his shoulder. “Why didn’t you give it to Alden.”
“Because,” I say, my voice deadpan. “I don’t know which of you to trust. I’m still deciding.”
He whirls on me then. “After all I’ve done for you, Fay – everything I’ve given you –“
“Oh!” I say, laughing up into his face now, shaking my manacled hands. “Yes, thanks so much, Kent – you’ve been a real angel to me these past few weeks – I just feel so cared for when I’m being chained to a table in your basement -“
This sets him off.
I can’t help myself from smiling, a little, as he storms to the right, coming around the table. I try to turn, to watch him, but he’s too fast –
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