already explained that she’d found him at Huntington and had dragged him here, but he still cou ldn’t believe that it was her.
How could she be so cruel to him? He had drank from her regularly for years. Gabe had always thought she was a good person, maybe even a friend. Now he knew that wasn’t true.
Friends didn’t torture each other like this.
“Because, Gabe, I needed you to have a clear head when I proposed my offer to you. You’re about to make the most important decision of your life, so don’t answer hastily,” Mary-Kate told him.
Gabe stared at her. “What do you want from me?”
“I need you to kill Lexi,” Mary-Kate said. She studied his face for a reaction.
Gabe was too exhausted to react the way he normally would have. What Mary-Kate was asking him to do made him feel disgusted; even if he wasn’t in love with Lexi anymore, there was no way he could just kill her. “Why?” he asked calmly, his eyes locked on her neck. He wished he could drink from her. If she came close enough to him, he would try.
“Because Lexi deserves to die a slow, painful death, Gabe,” Mary-Kate replied with an eye roll, as though the answer should have been obvious. “She let people die! She refused to save them! My mother is on her deathbed right now, all because Lexi was too selfish to save her.”
Gabe darted his eyes away from Mary-Kate, trying to make sense of everything. “I . . . I don’t understand why you did this to me. You’ve kept me in this room, smelling blood and not feeding me, so I could . . . what? Be hungry enough to kill Lexi if I drink from her?”
Mary-Kate laughed a sinister laugh and tossed her chestnut brown hair over her shoulder. “No, Gabe. I don’t want you to drink from Lexi to kill her. That would be too enjoyable of a death for her.” Locking her eyes on his, she explained, “I put you in here so I could give you a taste of what’s going to happen to you if you don’t agree to my terms.”
Gabe stared back at her blankly. He didn’t understand what she meant, but his mind wasn’t really focused on the conversation that much, anyway. He felt like he was going to pass out if he didn’t get some blood in him soon.
“Let me put it in clearer terms for you, Gabe. Either you kill Lexi . . . or I will you.” Mary-Kate pulled a stake out from behind her back. “It wouldn’t be that fun to have this stake shoved through your heart, now would it? But I won’t be that nice. I’ll let you starve to death. You’ll change your mind . . . sooner or later.”
Gabe considered the possibility. Normally, he wouldn’t be too afraid of someone as small—and as mortal—as Mary-Kate killing him, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, it wasn’t too impossible. That wasn’t even to mention that Mary-Kate had already done so much to hurt him; he was vulnerable and growing weaker by the minute, so death probably wasn’t too far off for him.
“So, what do you say Gabe?” Mary-Kate pressed. “Are you going to be a good boy and do as you’re told? Or are you going to die?”
Gabe wanted to snap at her for talking to him like he was a dog, but he didn’t have enough energy to argue with her at that point. Instead, he asked, “What’s in it for me?”
Mary-Kate smiled. “Well, you get to live. Isn’t that enough?”
Gabe didn’t respond. He wanted to live. He wanted to get back to Caroline, especially when he knew his brother was out there. For all he knew, Kevin might even be with Caroline right now. If that was the case, Gabe knew that he had to get out of this room as soon as possible. He had to be there to rescue Caroline from Kevin. Gabe didn’t know what his brother would try to pull, but if his past behavior was any indicator, it would definitely be something .
“Okay, I guess that isn’t enough,” Mary-Kate said quietly. Batting her eyelashes at him, she pulled a razor blade out of her pocket and ran it over her wrist, staring at him seductively.
Gabe