Page 41 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
I sigh in sympathy and join him, leaning against his shoulder. “I need to ask you another seemingly pointless question.”
He grunts. “Oh?”
“How did you explain the bear?” It’s a weird question on the surface, but not so weird when her attitude toward him is taken into context. I know firsthand that she has other stuffed animals she has yet to mutilate. But that one she vandalized.Thatone she carries with her everywhere. The only one she sleeps with at night and panics if she’s without.
“I’m sure they told her it was donated by a nurse,” he says offhandedly.
But what if she already knew that it hadn’t been? What if that one bear mattered to her so much because she knew its original source. And through that very same bear, she loved tormenting said source.
“We should get some sleep.” I crawl up the mattress and slip beneath the covers. “I need you well rested for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Vadim wonders as he follows me, snatching me into his arms.
“Yes,” I say, arching into his touch. “Magda needs some toys. You’re taking us shopping.”
