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But there are only two people who know about that night. And he’s not one of them.
“Who are you?”
His expression is downright menacing as he stands up. “Do you believe in ghosts?”
I shake my head, not understanding. “You’re not a ghost.”
Anxiety swells in my chest as he walks forward, pi
My stomach churns with fear. What could I have possibly done that would warrant a man I don’t know to terrorize me like this?
“What—why are you doing this?”
Silence is my only response.
I eye the balcony doors. They’re less than twenty feet away. Not far at all.
I could kick him in the balls and make a run for it.
The second I move my leg, he tsks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Help,” I scream, praying someone below can hear me. “Hel—”
Horror surges up my spine when he slams a hand over my mouth, causing half my body to slip over the railing.
One wrong move and I’ll fall. He’s got me right where he wants me.
Something he’s taking pleasure in judging by the look on his face.
God, he’s like a cat teasing a mouse. Drawing out the inevitable.
Nausea barrels into me when I make the mistake of turning my head to the side and looking down. The flowers in the garden are tiny specks and the pool is merely a puddle. There’s no way I’d survive.
He’s going to kill me on my birthday. The thought sends a ripple of anger through me. I’ve barely led what would constitute a life and he’s going to take it.
Hot tears roll down the sides of my face. Cain.
My life is flashing before my eyes and he’s all I can think about. Everything that ever mattered to me has revolved around him, and the very last memory I have of us…is him breaking my heart.
“Eden—”
“I hate you.”
My anger rises, and I claw at his face until his mask falls off. If I’m going to die unjustly, I deserve to know who’s responsible for it.
How can someone so beautiful be so vicious?
I barely have time to process the thought because I’m hoisted into his arms.
“No, you don’t.” In the blink of an eye, he dangles me face first over the iron barrier separating me from my death. “You hate him.”
Head whirling, I try to kick my legs, but it only makes my shoes slide off my feet.
“Cain.” It sounds like a plea. “Cain.”
“He can’t rescue you,” the man rasps, his hold on my legs growing slack. “He’s too busy with his fiancée.”
White hot pain slams into the center of my chest and I choke on a fresh batch of tears.
“I bet he’s pulling down her panties...burying his face between her legs.”
“Stop,” I plead because the truth hurts too much.
“Or maybe he’s got her bent over a desk and he’s fucking her brains out.”
“Why are you doing this?” I choke out as my mask slides off my face and into the darkness.
“Maybe he’s dancing with her in a room full of people, showing off his soon-to-be bride to the world. Something he’ll never do with you.”
I close my eyes as agony slashes through me, chipping away at the remainder of my heart.
He’s right. It’s a sobering realization. Like a child finding out Santa doesn’t exist or a believer finding out there is no God.
“Please.” My voice comes out frail, the last thread unraveling. “Kill me.”