Lake
“What do you want?”
His calm green eyes flickered down the length of me, suffusing me with irrational heat, before they came back to meet mine and he answered, “There are so many answers to that question, but I’ll settle on one.”
I waited for him to continue and when he didn’t I asked, “And that is?”
“Your suffering.” And with those words, he stood up.
My feet moved backward on their own accord at the animosity coming from him. “W-why would you want that?”
The side of his lips tilted up, but it wasn’t a smile, more like a sadist coming out to play. He stepped around the desk, his legs eating up the distance between us and when he stood in front of me, he said, “It’s a pity you don’t remember anything.”
My throat closed up and I felt the tears pricking the back of my eyes. My me
