“You’re not going anywhere Angelina. Not until you tell me who the fuck you are” he said darkly.
“We both know by now that I will not tell you a thing. Just. Let. Me. Go” I said through gritted teeth.
“If you won’t talk on your own I will make you talk in no time. And you don’t really wanna try me on that because I don’t think you’ll be able to withstand a lot of it” he said in a low menacing voice.
My eyes stung so harshly at that promise and my knees buckled from under me, but I refused to cower in front of him.
“Why in the world won’t you tell me who you are Angel? What are you afraid of exactly?” he asks more softly.
Because I was a liar from the start, and that will be seen as just another lie to him. I thought lying was going to save me, but it ended up being the thing that will kill me.
I take a deep breath, the last deep breath I’ll ever be able to take most probably. His softness was appreciated compared to the dangerous, feral look he was giving me before when he asked me the same question earlier.
“Afraid you won’t believe me anymore” I said vulnerably, the tears pooled in my eyes, partially obscuring my view of him.
“I’m afraid of telling you, because….I’m your eye for an eye, Lucas” I said emotionally.
And just like I expected. His expression changes drastically as he says darkly “What does that mean?”