Page 152 of Shadowman
Swallowing hard, my grip loosens. My lips part, and I summon all of my inner strength to just…stop. Stop fighting for lies, and start fighting forme.
The real me.
My fingers slip through his, squeezing his hand as I take a breath.
“I… I think I might be…” I croak, shakily coughing up the word, “Bisexual. I mean, I’m… Iam… bisexual.”
Trevel is twinkling from head to toe, his pink lips sloping into a smile that’s just…overjoyedfor me. He sinks his teeth into the bottom one like he’s trying not to overwhelm me with his obvious glee, as he croons, “There it is.”
Huffing, I shake my head, rolling my eyes because I can’t not. But I’mgrinning, and I can’t stop that either. I physically can’t make myself stop smiling right now. It’s ludicrous.
I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this big in my whole life.
“How do you feel?” he asks quietly, dark eyebrow arching.
Amazing.“Good,” I downplay it. But then I clear my throat. “Really good, actually…” A long exhale brushes past my lips, becoming a soft chuckle on its way out.
Wow… I’m fucking bi. I said it, because it’s true.
So this is being honest, huh? It’s not bad…
Trevel pinches my cheek. “You look good.” I force a frown, yanking away and making him laugh. “You have a terrific smile, by the way.”
“Shut up,” I grumble, pursing my lips.
Straightening, Trevel stretches his arms over his head and sighs. But I can’t stop staring at him…
Where did this guy even come from?
How is it possible that he just showed up here, in prison, and became my greatest confidant??
Inherent cynicism tells me to remain skeptical. My mind flashes to Luthor and Ren, and how suspicious they were of him. Were they on to something? Or just determined to keep me in the shadows as the lovable sidekick?
I can’t deny that Trevel’s connection to The Ivory seems strange. I’d be stupid not to be wary of him. But then… No one’s ever opened me up like this. No one’s ever been dedicated tome.
Maybe he really is my Leo…
“Are you a witch or something?” I ask teasingly, but also dripping with wonder. “It’s a little alarming how you’ve managed to weasel this stuff out of me…”
“Maybe I am.” Trevel shrugs, grinning. “OrmaybeI’m just the first one to show genuine interest.” The truth in that statement showers me in despondence. Of course he recognizes it immediately. “We’re very much alike, you and I. Even when surrounded by people, we manage to feel alone.”
My head cocks. “You feel that way?”
He nods. “I’ve always been alone. So much so that I…” His voice trails, and he glances away. “I was desperate for someone to confide in. As much as I hate to give him credit, Dr. Love helped me immensely.” Before I can inquire any further about this remark, he changes the subject back to me.Yay.“So,bisexual, you say?”
I rub my eyes. “Yes, Trevel…”
“I’m the only person who knows?”
“Officially?” I peer at him, and he’s bustling. “It would appear so…”
“You mean to tell me none of your mates had any idea?” He looks and sounds skeptical of this.
Rightfully so, because it’s a little crazy.
I sigh out loud. “Where are you going with this?”
“I’m just curious how even your nutty pal O’Malley, who apparently made this hole in the mattress for the expresspurpose of allowing you to suck his dick whenever the mood should strike wouldn’t have at leastsuspected—”
