Page 7 of Her Darkest Possession
"Ooh, Iloveit when you talk dirty to me, Tolya." She drags my name out she has any right to sound so fucking familiar with me. "But I have nothing to hide. Which is more than what I can say for your little whore. Do you know what I found in her purse when I stopped to talk with her? Would you like to take a guess?"
I don't say anything. The less reaction she gets out of me, the better.
"A box of abortion pills. Your whore doesn't want your baby, Tolya."
My heart stops. The sound of the highway seems to fade away all around me, and suddenly it feels like I'm driving through an awful nightmare I can't wake up from.
Why would Indigo... My mind can't form the thought completely.
I try to deny it, to find the lie in Lola's words. But is it really so unbelievable? What delusion am I clinging to here? That Indigo actually loves me? That she mightwantto have my child?
I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white, as I swerve around a truck.
Did I expect her to welcome motherhood with a man who kidnapped her? Who married her against her will? Who killed for her without her permission? Who thinks he has a right to her without ever asking her if that's what she wanted?
You're no different than him!
Her accusation from last night echoes in my head again.
If she truly believes I'm no different from Bennet, then of course she'd make the same choice.
The thought makes me want to scream, to pound my fists through the windshield. I want to roar that it's different. I want to scream that Bennetforcedher to get that abortion.
I would never force her to do anything like that.
But haven't I? Haven't I forced everything else?
How is my refusal to believe that she might not want this baby any different than his refusal to let her have one? Isn't this the other side of the same fucking coin that rips control and choice away from her?
After all, we've never once talked about babies. Not in all our weeks together.
How do I know that this is actually what she wants?
And since she's not here, I won't be able to ask her either.
"Are you starting to believe now, Tolya?" Lola purrs into the phone. "And here's the best part. I punished the bitch properly for her betrayal."
Redness creeps into my vision. My mouth opens to retort, but the only sound that comes out is a strained gurgle that sounds inhuman.
"Don't worry," Lola continues. "I didn't hurt her. I just told her to go away and never come back. And to ensure that she complies, I sent Grisha along with her."
Something snaps inside me at the mention of that fucking animal Grisha with my wife.
"Liar," I finally find my voice again. "You think I don't know when you're lying, Lola? I've known you since we were children."
"And just which part am I lying about?"
"Tell me where you are. Now." My voice is deadly calm. "I want to look you in the eyes when I teach you that lying has consequences."
Lola laughs, and it's like ice water down my spine. "So eager to see me, Tolya, when you have three others who desperately need your help right now. Your bastard sister dying on a street in Queens. Your whore’s pretty little sister who’s now with me. And the whore herself on a train with Grisha."
I feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead.
"And you know my brother." A smile seeps into Lola's voice. "Helovesto play with his food."
"If he touches her?—"
"You'll what? Kill him? Kill me? You're not in a position to make threats right now, Tolya." Lola cackles. "You need to make a fucking choice on who you're going to save. But know this. Choose one, and youwilldoom the other two."
