Chapter Thirty-Four

Rayne

I’m sitting before Max while he paces the floor in front of me.

I keep my eyes on my lap and my hands by my sides. I try not to portray any emotion. He asks again, “So he wanted you to go with him? Where? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I lie.

There is no way I’m going to tell him that he said Denise sent him and that the reason why he wants to take me out of here is because I’ll be killed when the bond starves. Frankly, I don’t know if I can believe this. Or even if I do. It could be that he lied to me in order to get me to follow him. Denise would have told me if Max planned to kill me.

She wouldn’t have waited to then send a messenger.

Still, there are many questions that are unanswered, and if I’m being honest with myself, I haven’t completely labeled everything he said as a lie. Why should I doubt that I won’t be killed?

It’s not a notion that can be easily discarded.

“This is absurd,” he says, mostly to himself. He’s in a black mood, and I feel it all over me, suffocating me.