Page 17 of Beneath My Skin

“Okay?” I repeated scornfully. Staring at him, I wished he were a good man instead of a liar, instead of a genie bound to a madwoman. If the situation were different… No, bad train of thought. Still, from the look in his eyes, I wanted to believe what he said.

“I have half of a plan,” he said. “Stick with me on this, because I have a feeling it’s going to take the both of us to make it through. Are you listening?”

“Of course I’m listening. Talk to me, Daxie.”

“First of all, no nicknames. And sweetheart doesn’t count. Second, let’s talk about how to get out of this sticky situation with our lives and, just maybe, our—”

“Freedom,” I supplied. Dax was right. What did I know about true freedom? I could hardly remember a time before I had Cer.

Had I inadvertently sold something? Had I made a bargain before the crash? Or during or after? Something to help me survive when my mother died?

I wasn’t sure. If the memory was ever inside my head, it was gone now. And Cer wasn’t offering any answers.

“I have a plan, so settle in while I explain. It might take us a while.”

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