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pounding the dashboard with both fists. I jumped, accidentally colliding with the horn.
He pounded his fists again. He should have told me. I served him faithfully he should have told me!
He couldn t tell you, I said gently. Then you would have known he was going to kill you.
My words had no impact. No wonder he wanted me to give asylum to those disgusting bikers all those
years back& .
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Actually, it was only two months, I corrected, but again, he didn t seem to hear.
I should have known. I should have known he was planning something like this. Cyrus shook his head,
a look of pure disgust on his face. I worshipped him. If he d asked it of me, I would have let him take
my soul.
No, you wouldn t have. I remembered the way Cyrus had knelt beside his father s casket as though it
were a holy relic. It wasn t a flattering truth I was about to give him, but it was truth at least. You were
too selfish to have done something like that.
You re probably right. A thin smile crossed his lips. You know, I was thinking of killing you today.
I was pretty much counting on you trying. I d heard him mumbling to himself shortly after he d begun
the drive at sunup. So I d kept the chloroform handy and hidden all the stakes in the van at the bottom of
my sleeping bag.
You re not going to scream and rave at me? He chuckled. That s not the Carrie I remember.
Well, the Carrie you remember has spent two months trying to get over you. I nearly choked on my
tongue at my Freudian slip. I meant, trying to get over what you did to me. You don t make me as
nervous anymore.
You re trying to get over me?
Of course, he wouldn t let it die without comment. No matter how much had changed during the past
two months, it wasn t enough to beat down his ego.
Keep in mind when I say that, I mean everything about you. I paused and decided I wasn t quite
willing to dwell on the implications of that statement. You know, the sick, horrible things you did to me.
Your total disregard for humanity, mine included. Things like that.
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I ve been thinking about that, as well. His voice was suddenly husky, as though he was about to cry.
Please, please don t let him have an Oprah moment right here while I m driving. I don t think I could
handle that.
That was, of course, until you accidentally murdered& He turned his face away, so that when I
looked at him, all I could see was his profile. That was cheap. Of course, I can t fully blame you for
what happened to her.
How generous. I swallowed the lump of guilt that formed in my throat. I am sorry. You know I don t
like to see innocent people hurt.
But my father does. Cyrus shook his head. No matter. Let s talk of something else, shall we?
Like what? The weather? Unbelievable. He was exactly like his old self, if he thought it was
appropriate to dismiss the fact he d laid her death on me. You re really an asshole.
Carrie, I m sorry. He closed his eyes, grimacing.
He hadn t meant to apologize. And he regretted it. My breath came out with an angry, disbelieving grunt.
Well, don t kick your ass over it or anything!
That s a very difficult thing for me to say to you! You rejected me! His hand clenched to a fist on the
armrest.
I remembered too well his tendency toward violence, and I edged away in my seat a little. Fat lot of
good it would do me, though, the centimeter shift I managed, and it only exacerbated the stiffness in my
lower back. I forced my irritation and nervousness away. In all fairness, you kind of killed your
chances when you ripped out my heart.
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After you came into my home and betrayed me. His voice dropped to a deadly murmur. After you
willingly came to my bed, plotted behind my back every moment I was inside you.
If I could have taken my hands off the wheel, I would have slapped him. I knew humanity wouldn t
change you.
He looked startled and wounded by my comment. You don t know a damn thing about how I ve
changed.
I shook my head. Cyrus, we shared a telepathic bond once. I saw exactly how deviant your mind is.
You re making an attempt, and a pretty lame one at that, to convince me everything I saw in your head
was a lie?
No, it wasn t a lie. He covered his face with his hands, a deceptive piece of body language that made
him appear less dangerous. I knew better.
Or I thought I did. He didn t lash out again, and I could only attribute his sudden defeat to sleep
deprivation. You re tired. You should climb in the back and sleep.
No, I want to say this to you. He rubbed his forehead with the thumb and first two fingers of one hand.
I was a monster when you knew me. I can t change that. But I m not that man anymore. I don t know
how else to explain it to you, except to say that she Mouse she did something to me that no one else
ever did, and it made me different. Ah, I sound like a complete asshole.
And he did, a little. I d never bought into the idea that a person could be changed by something as
miraculous as a bond with another person, though Cyrus had come damn close to changing me for the
worse when we were blood tied. There was a genuineness in his words, though, as though he actually
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