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Still, there’s not much I can do as Kent pulls my left arm around to the other side of the table, clicking the other half of the handcuffs around my wrist. Then, he stands back, studying his handywork.
I pull back on the chain once, testing it, and seeing how firmly it holds. The handcuffs bite sharply into my wrists, making me wince, so I lean forward again, resting my elbows on the table and looking up into Kent’s face. Casually, I clasp my hands together.
I see him open his mouth to speak, but before he can his eye falls on the engagement ring on my left hand. Quickly, he moves to unlink my hands and pull it off my ring finger, slipping it into his
pocket.
Without thinking, I feel a retort coming to my lips.
“What, Kent,” I say, my voice soft. “Can’t beat me with your wife’s ring on my hand? Something feel wrong about that?”
Even I’m shocked at the words that just came out of my mouth.
Jesus Christ, who am I?
I see him flinch–just barely – but then he raises his eyes to mine, his face perfectly calm. “That’s enough, Fay,” he says. “I’ll be
asking the questions.”
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He folds his arms and I hold his gaze, not moving an inch.
“What was that note,” he asks, his words quick.
“I don’t know,” I say, matching his pace.
“Then why,” he pushes, his voice harder, “was it in your room.”
“Because Fiona gave it to me.”
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He presses his hands to the table. “Then you do know what it is.”
I narrow my eye at him. “I know what it is as far as I know that it’s a piece of paper with bad poetry written on it, sure,” I say. Again, I
surprise myself with my attitude and confidence – it by no means
matches what I feel inside. “But as for what it means, or what it’s
for, I don’t know.”
“What,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine, “did she tell your
to do with it?”
I lower my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to lean closer.
“She told me to give it to Alden.”
I see Kent’s lips curl back from his teeth at that. But before he can
ask another question, I continue.
“But obviously, since it was still in my room,” I whisper, lowering my eyes to his lips as I speak. “I didn’t.”
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I hear a low rumble of dissatisfaction in Kent’s chest as he pushes
away from the table, turning his back to me, clearly thinking this
through.
I stay where I am, leaning my weight onto my elbows and forearms, watching him, my hair spilling around my face. I shake my head, trying to push it back, but it doesn’t work.
“Why,” Kent says, over his shoulder. “Why didn’t you give it to
Alden.”
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