Page 25 of Satan's Son

“What? No!”

“Come on, Addison, you can’t even hold my hand.” He went to sidestep me, but I blocked him quickly.

“That isn’t the truth.” I placed my hands up in the air to explain. “I just need to know why. Why did you look after me for so many years?”

“Clearly I didn’t look after you. You’re here.”

I hadn’t even thought of that. Stumped, I had no words. Suddenly, more questions occurred to me. If he was looking after me, whywasI here? The look of guilt in his eyes told me that he was keeping something else from me.

“Well, you must have had a reason,” I finally said. “For letting me come here.”

Ethan scoffed angrily. “Move, Addison!”

I sidestepped him again. Was I here because of him? Surely not… right?

He must have seen the quandary in my eyes because his look quickly turned hard. “You can hate me all you want, just move.”

“I don’t hate you!” I pushed my black hair to the side so he could see my face clearly. “Really, Ethan, I don’t. Why would I?”

“It’s my fault you’re here.” He looked darkly at me. “It’s my fault you’re dead.”

The lust I felt for him faded and bitterness rushed up my throat.

“How?” I stepped closer to him. “Tell me, Ethan. What did you do?”

His dark misty eyes hid every emotion from me now. For the first time since I met him, I was actually scared of him.

“Does it really matter? I can’t undo it. Death is final.” He side-stepped me quickly, and I didn’t even bother to try to stop or follow him. I was in shock. If I wasn’t meant to be here, if I wasn’t meant to be dead, and it was Ethan’s fault I was here, then…. he had caused my life to be cut short.

Suddenly I felt robbed.

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