The moment John spoke, his expression shifted like he had just remembered something important. He snapped his fingers lightly.
"Oh right," he said with a lazy smile. "I forgot. He's probably in Rebecca's room right now. Taking care of his chosen woman. I doubt he has time for you."
He leaned closer after that. Too close. The scent of smoke clung to him, sharp and unpleasant, making my skin tighten.
I turned my face away slightly. "John," I said quietly. "If I disappear… will you finally leave me alone?"
His expression darkened. No hesitation. No softness. "Try it," he said.
A cold silence settled between us.
I didn't answer. Because even if I thought about it, it wasn't the right moment. Still… a small, dangerous part of me wondered if dragging him down with me would be easier than living like this.
Before anything else could be said, headlights cut through the yard.
A car pulled in.
I turned my head. Twelve midnight. I hadn't expected him back so early.
