"What do you mean?"
"DidImake it clear thatIwas interested?"
"No," I grudgingly admitted. "But people change their minds all the time."
His gaze sharpened. "Do they?"
"Yes, actually." I was living proof of that, because right now I was wishing that I'd been smart enough to leave with everyone else.
But I hadn't.
And now that I'd started this, I felt compelled to finish it.
In a fit of pique, I said, "I don't know why you're acting so funny. It's not like you murdered her to get it." I made a scoffing sound. "Or did you?"
He looked for a long moment before saying in a dangerously quiet voice, "You might want to make up your mind."
"On what?"
"Your theory," he said. "So tell me. Did I fuck her? Or kill her?"
His words were so cold, I stifled a shiver. But if he thought he could scare me off withthatattitude, he had another thing coming.
And besides, two could play at this game.
I forced a smile. "Hey, why not both?"
He stared down at me. And for the briefest moment, he looked almost ready to laugh. But he didn't. Instead, he simply asked, "In what order?"
"What?"
"In this scenario of yours, did I fuck her, then kill her?" His mouth tightened. "Or the opposite?"
It took me a moment to realize what he was really saying. And then, when I caught the gist of it, I did the dumbest thing imaginable.
I laughed.
It wasn't a big laugh, more like a secret laugh, like when someone farts in the library. But I couldn’t help it. His question was so sick and twisted, and yet so stupidly funny.
Right. Because necrophilia was everybody's idea of a jolly good time.
My hands flew to my mouth, and I stared up at him in total horror – not because of his statement, but rather because I fully realized that I was acting like a total idiot.Again.
Should I apologize?
Probably not.
I had to face facts. There was no way on Earth he'd take me seriouslynow, not with me acting like a crazy person.
And besides, I never had the chance to apologize anyway, because once again, he was heading out the door.
This time, I didn't try to stop him.
Regardless, I decided, it was time to turn over a new leaf, even if my curiositywaskilling me – even more so the very next day, when the mystery of the book only deepened.
Chapter 33
Becka
