Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HIM
“Eat.” I dropped the plate in front of Jules on the table. It landed with a clatter. But she didn’t move to touch it. “It’s not fucking poisoned. If that’s what you’re thinking,” I told her. “I’m more of a hands-on kinda guy.”
I laughed. She didn’t. Which meant Nurse Keller here didn’t have a sense of humor because that shit was fucking funny.
I rolled my eyes, nearly popping a blood vessel as I forced the edge out of my tone. “Just do me a favor and fucking eat it… please.”
Yeah, that last one was fucking hard. But this girl used manners like a crutch. Might as well toss ?em back at her and see if they stick.
She slid the plate closer to her chest and started picking at her eggs with a fork. I plopped down across from her, yanking the oversized fluffy pink robe tighter across my chest. Oversized to her. The thing barely fit me.
And I know what you’re thinking. Did I answer the door for the delivery guy like this?
Sure did. On the off chance my disappearance made the news—it wouldn’t if Burke and Hare had anything to say about it and they did—I had to do my best to stay covered up. At least for everyone I wasn’t planning on killing.
“I was gonna call you out of work,” I said, breaking the silence as I shoved another forkful of eggs into my mouth. Manners were her thing, not mine. “But looks like you beat me to it.” I lifted a questioning brow, only to realize she couldn’t see it.
Juliet shrugged, taking in more air than food and pretending to chew both. “Didn’t want them to have to find a replacement at the last minute.”
“Suicidal and considerate.” I chuckled. “Be still my heart.”
Her lip twitched and so did my cock. Some fucked-up part of me actually liked making her smile. Who would have thought? Not me, that was for goddamn sure.
“So, why’d ya do it?” I asked, and she jerked back like I’d slapped her.
Maybe I should have approached the topic a little more gently, but seeing as I’d broken into her house last night to murder and fuck her, not necessarily in that order even if it usually worked out that way, I figured we were beyond discussing the weather.
“Why does anyone do anything?” Another shrug.
“Well…” I leaned forward, shoving my plate onto the floor and listening to it shatter.
She was pissing me off and I wanted to startle her.
To make sure she was paying attention. I didn’t ask shit because I was interested in idle chitchat.
I asked because I wanted to fucking know.
“Take me for instance, I break into women’s houses and slit their throats ?cause mommy liked to touch me when I was sleeping…
” I glanced down at my bloodied knuckles and flexed a finger, one at a time, until pain was radiating up my wrist. “…and when I was awake and when she was bored or horny or couldn’t get a fix… ”
I flattened out my palm and slammed it down on the table between us. Juliet jumped and I leaned back again.
“Now you know my secret. So tell me yours. Who touched ya, Jules?”