Page 38 of Hunt for You
I’d hunted many different women. Some were trying to face a fear to overcome it. Some were drawn to violent men and wanted to take control by inviting it in, instead of having itinflicted on them. All were self-destructive and taking control of their own destinies.
At first I’d thought Bridget was just one of the latter. But now I wasn’t so sure.
I was beginning to think that she was truly dark like me.
And I couldn’t decide if that was the best thing that had ever happened to me, or was going to be my downfall. Because I didn’t usuallychatwith a mark.
I’d told myself I was only getting on here to make sure she took care of herself in case I’d hurt her, carting her around and shoving her up against the car.
But we’d covered that in a few lines, and yet… here we were.
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DeadGirlWalking:So how long until I see you again?
SleepingBeast:This isn’t a date, D. We won’t be syncing schedules.
DeadGirlWalking:I know. But still. How long?
SleepingBeast:The whole point is that you don’t know when I’m coming for you. That’s what makes it fun. I’ll never tell you when I’m coming.
DeadGirlWalking:Ah, the luxury of being a man—no one has to question if you’ll come. It’s only ever a matter of time.
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I was just taking a drink of coffee and almost spat it over my keyboard.
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SleepingBeast:You have trouble coming, D?
DeadGirlWalking:Sometimes.
SleepingBeast:Challenge accepted.
DeadGirlWalking:I didn’t realize you were a sweet-talker.
SleepingBeast:No, just a giver.
DeadGirlWalking:A primal dom with manners? That seems counter-productive.
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I caught myself grinning at the screen like an idiot and stopped typing.
This was sick what we were doing—what we planned. Why was she so engaged in this? Withme?And why did I love it?
Why was I this way? And why was she?
I started to type, “What happened to you?” but caught myself halfway through and deleted it.
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SleepingBeast:I gotta go.
DeadGirlWalking:Wait! No! We were just getting somewhere!
SleepingBeast:Sorry, D, but I got work in the morning.