Page 63 of Sinner's Malice
“I don’t know.”
“Nobody knows anything,” she clipped before continuing on her walk. Following closely behind her, I didn’t bother with hiding. She knew I was there. What was the point?
Making her way into Davenport Tower, she briskly walked past me, not wasting a moment as she headed directly toward the elevators. As we rode the elevator up to her floor, neither of us exchanged a single word with each other. When we entered her penthouse, the only sound that broke the silence was the soft click of her footsteps when she walked over to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water.
Unsure of what to do, I remained rooted in front of the door, anxiously awaiting any sign from her about how to proceed.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she let out a long, exasperated sigh. “This will not work if you don’t talk to me. I can’t read your mind. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Give me something, Malice. Are you having second thoughts about claiming me? Do you want out of whatever this is? If so, all you need to do is say the words.”
“No.”
“No, you won’t say anything or no, you don’t want me?”
“Mine.”
With a roll of her eyes, she turned her gaze toward me and gave me a piercing glare. “New rule, Malice. When I ask a question, I get more than a one-word response.”
“You’re mine. I’m not giving you up.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I growled.
Shaking her head, she walked over to the brand-new sofa and sat. “I don’t know what to say here, Malice. This is new for me too. All I know is that one minute you hated me and thenext you claimed me. Then you took off, leaving me to deal with Montana’s crazy ass. Where did you go?”
“To see my mother.”
She looked away.
I hated that I couldn’t see her face.
Feeling uncertain, I inched closer to her when the jarring sound of a door being forcefully kicked open caused me to flinch as it collided with my back. Reacting instinctively, I swiftly turned, my fingers tightening around the grip of my gun as I directed it towards the intruder.
“WHOA!” Montana shouted, holding up his hands.
“Get out,” I snarled.
“Not going to fucking happen, asshole.”
Cocking my gun, I sneered, “Now.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Arianwen cursed, stepping in front of me. “That’s it! I’ve fucking had it. Since neither of you know how to be truthful and tell me what the fuck is going on, I’m done. I am washing my hands of the both of you. Montana, got mad love for you, but this is my place. Unless you are here to tell me it’s no longer mine?”
Montana slowly shook his head. “No. It’s yours.”
“Then leave and take Malice with you.”
“No,” I growled.
She abruptly turned her attention to me and spoke in a clipped manner. “What did I just say about one-word responses?”
“I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“Too fucking bad,” she said, pushing me and Montana out the door. Once we were in the hallway, she didn’t hesitate to slam the door in our faces, leaving us shocked and bewildered.
I could feel Montana’s intense stare piercing through me with hostility. “Now see what you’ve done.”
Chapter Sixteen