Page 15 of Nemesync
“You’ll have to wait for that,” I managed to let out, between heavy breaths.
He leaned against the metal wall more comfortably and said in a deep voice, “There’s something intriguing about patience, especially when it involves you. Perhaps when you’re not on the verge of collapsing, I’ll consider killing you.”
So kind of him.
I forced a strained smile. “I’m not— I’m just tired.”
The elevator dinged, and Elijah stepped back, his gaze cold and emotionless. “After you.”
His car glided rapidly through the city as he stole curious glances at me. I couldn’t figure out why he was eyeing me like this. “Why are you staring?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.
“I stare if I want to. And, I was just thinking,” he replied casually.
“About what?”
“Keep asking me questions and I’ll drop you off in the middle of nowhere. To be honest you could feel the thrill of the chase... You might even enjoy it before I catch you,” he said with a strange nonchalance.
I managed a weak chuckle, the headache still clinging to me like a hammer. “Interesting. But I’d prefer a more predictable destination, like the cafeteria, maybe? Let’s keep that idea in mind. When you catch me, I’ll open your chest and see for myself if your heart has a picture of me in red and with corns.”
He let out a low laugh and returned his gaze to the road. “The cafeteria it is then. You’re a tough negotiator. And as for the heart theory, you may have to try to see for yourself.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
He looked back at me, his deep green eyes urging me to gaze at them and focus solely on that rich color. “Why wouldn’t I? Go ahead, try it if you want.”
“You may have psychological problems, really.”
Who would say that with such a cold smile?
I was too tired for this, so I leaned my head against the window, attempting to regain some semblance of composure.
“I do have some.” His gaze traced my features as if analyzing every inch of my face. “You look like you’ve been through hell. Surviving my company is no small feat,” he replied as we neared our destination.
“I’ll add it to my CV.”
We pulled up in front of the cafeteria, and he turned to me, still scrutinizing me. “Now, don’t get yourself into trouble. You might find yourself in big problems if I’m not around.”
“Are you suggesting that I can’t take care of myself?”
“I’m simply implying that things tend to be more interesting when I’m involved. You’ll enjoy my company.”
“Doubt it.”
Stepping out of the car, I closed the door and turned back to him, feeling a mixture of heat and relief. With a forced smile, I said, “Thank you for the not-so-thrilling ride and the rescue mission, Elijah. It’s been a real nightmare being with you. I hope I’ll never have to see you again.”
He returned a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Anytime, Miss Dellé.”
I lingered for a moment; our eyes locked in a silent exchange. Green, vivid and so confident.
“You can go now,” he finally said, breaking the eye contact, “and you know, staring at people isn’t very polite.”
I didn’t understand why I was still here, watching this man, but there I stood, feeling both amused and intrigued by him. “I was simply curious about my surroundings. Thanks again for the chocolate.”
Fear, warmth, and a lot of unanswered questions filled my head, as I made my way into the cafeteria.
I turned back to steal a last glance at the car, only to catch him winking at me before speeding away.
Such a jerk.
