Page 129 of Bones
I blew out an annoyed breath. “Uh, I dunno, dandelion yellow, I guess.”
He hummed. “Mine is green, by the way. Green like those glass bottles you had at the clinic.”
I pretended not to noticehe’dnamed the exact color of my eyes as I struggled to kick my snowshoe into the hard snow.
“Ok, what’s your favorite food?”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
“How many more of these questions do you have?”
“Probably an endless supply.”
“I shoulda let you bleed out on that rooftop.”
“You and I both know you would never do that.” He said it teasingly, but my amusement vanished.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of doing.”
Silence fell for a minute. “So tell me,” he finally said.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done.”
The memories that tried to escape again made me feel nauseous. I picked up my pace, trying to put more distance between us, but he kept up with his long legs. My throat felt dry as sand. He’d been so vulnerable earlier, telling me about Clarity and the guilt he carried.
Don’t show weakness,Wolf ordered.
“My favorite food is fried dough rolled in cinnamon sugar.”
“Well, well, well,” he said, and I glanced back to see him smiling like I hadn’t just refused to open up. Again. “Bones has a sweet tooth.”
I kept walking, trying to push down the guilt. He didn’t speak for a bit, and I started to feel relieved that maybe he’d finished with the questions.
“What’s your favorite animal?”
I covered my face and groaned.
“C’mon,” he wheedled, “I know you have one.”
I sighed and gave up. “Horses.”
“Mine’s horses too!”
I thought of Violet and a pang of sadness ran through me. I wished I could’ve taken her with me. It’d be nice to have a horse right about now.
“Favorite season?” Trey asked.
I frowned. “Summer I guess.”
“I like fall. Smells the best.”
Well, I couldn't argue with that.
He went on and on and I began to worry that he actually did have an endless supply of questions. I told him how I loved the rain so long as I didn’t have to ride a bike in it, the smell of lavender and fresh baked bread and pine needles, the moment when the sun first peeked over the mountains and made everything pink, neatly organized medical supplies, the feel of a body mending itself under my hands.
