Page 164 of When We Fall: Part Two
“You remind me of him,” I slurred out.
“I should hope so. He’s my cousin,” he replied.
“Fox…cousin?”
“Mhm,” he said before inhaling deeply. I shivered against him. “Come home with me.”
“I-I can’t?—”
“A man she loves is soon to betray. It’s better if she stays. With me for the night, could set things right.”
I stared blearily at him. “What?”
“Come home with me. We’ll have some fun.”
“Where do you live?” I mumbled as he led me to the parking lot. I hadn’t brought my phone with me or anything that could track me. Honestly, I was hoping someone would take me and kill me so I could see my Foxy again.
“Here and there. Mostly there. Come, sweet girl. I’ll show you a really fucking good time.”
“I need a good time,” I slurred, making him chuckle.
“You sure about that? Where I’m going to take you, no one can hear you scream.”
“Is it the underground?”
“I would never take you to such a foul place,” he said sourly.
“Mm, is it Matteo’s?”
“No.”
“Is it Twisty Cone?” We’d made it to my car. He wasted no time taking my keys from my purse and unlocking the doors.
“While I love ice cream, I have a much better place. Get in.”
I stared up at him. “Will you kill me?”
He reached out and ran his knuckles along my jaw. “Do you want me to kill you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, a tear squeezing from my eyelid.
He stared down at me for a long time as my heart pounded.
“Get in the car, Rosalie,” he finally said softly. “We’ll see where the night takes us.”
I didn’t argue or fight with him. Instead, I slid into the passenger side. He leaned in and seatbelted me before closing the door and going around to the driver’s side. He got behind the wheel and started the engine.
“You’re short,” he muttered, adjusting the seat to accommodate his tall body.
“Sorry.”
He grunted and got situated before pulling onto the street.
“You didn’t drink much,” I commented.
“Well, I’m a bit crazy. Alcohol makes it worse, especially if I’m behind the wheel. Sometimes I just want to run people over.” He jerked the wheel to the sidewalk. A group of girls screamed as he laughed maniacally before straightening the car on the road.
I stared wide-eyed at him. “Why would you do that?”
