Page 110 of Hunt for You

I was panting and so was she, so I took a moment to catch my breath and sear the memory of her body willingly pressed against mine, the sweet taste of her tongue, and the song of her heavy breathing deep into my memories.

Then I took hold of myself, closed my eyes because I thought it would help with the temptation—it didn’t, I still wanted her like I wanted oxygen—then leaned in, inhaling her scent, before I rasped in her ear.

“Bridget… do you want to live?”

She tensed for the first time and didn’t answer immediately. Then she swallowed and I growled, almost unable to resist leaning down to taste that delicate throat.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Every muscle in my body turned to stone.

This is over. It has to be over. She’s done.

Soul screaming in protest, I grabbed my mask with trembling fingers and pulled it back down over my face before removing my hand from her eyes and taking one step back.

But the moment I moved, she reached for me, even before she blinked and opened her eyes that were wide with alarm.

“Cain, you have to understand, I want to livewithyou in my—”

“Goodbye, Bridget.”

“No! Cain—!”

I turned and ran, letting her increasingly desperate calls fuel my feet until I was flying across the ground, teeth gritted, arms pumping, and my heart shivering.

“Cain! Please!”

But I tore across the grass, past the playground, over the neighboring fence and through one property after another, praying that I’d be able to find my car, because all I could do was flee. I wasn’t even thinking.

I had to get away. Had tomakemyself keep running. Because if I stopped I’d go back and she’d reveal me.

I’dlether.

And that just wasn’t possible.

Goodbye, Bridget.

Goodbye.

Good-fucking-bye, beautiful.

I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But we had an agreement, and you broke it.

I’d never forgive myself if I broke you.

37. Too Much Talk, Not Enough Cain

SOUNDTRACK:Still Hereby Digital Daggers

~ BRIDGET ~

Cain disappeared.

He didn’t answer any of my DMs. He didn’t respond to any texts.

It had been five days and I was coming apart at the seams.

He was never online—or at least, he wasn’t letting his profile show it if he was.