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you're willing to spend the night with me, a wanted murderer," I say, chuckling in her face.
    She doesn't know how to reply, and I don't give her a chance. Instead, I just grab her arm and pull her towards the direction of my room. We don't have time for silly fights. I need to get us both somewhere safe and locked away.
    Willa looks like a sullen teenager as we walk towards the building. I don't question her bad mood, knowing I've made her feel this way. Instead, I purse my lips and pull her along until we're at the door, the cheap neon sign of the motel flashing above us.
    Willa tiptoes into my room like a scared animal, checking the corners to make sure it's safe. She's shivering, and I hate seeing her in this way. I wander over towards her and rub her back in a sweet gesture that’s almost alien to me.
    She finally cracks a half-smile at me, the tension flooding away from her shoulders. Then she walks over to the bed and sits down, the mattress creaking below her. She kicks off her boots, exposing her dainty little feet in a pair of pink socks. She has the body of a woman, yet some things, like the stuff she wears, really reveal how young she is.
    Only eighteen.
    "Why are you letting me stay here?" she asks. I finally look down into her eyes, seeing her doubt my real intentions.
    "You're a smart girl, figure it out," I growl in her direction, running a hand through my messy hair again. I’m contradicting myself with what I say and the way that I act, but I can’t get it together to sort myself out.
    Willa remains quiet, not offering an answer. So I face her again, my eyes blazing with anger. "I know you're going to rat me out the moment I look away, but I know you need a favor, too. You can't just spend the night in your car, you'll freeze to death."
    "What makes you think I won't go to the police as soon as you let me go, whenever that is?" Her voice is challenging, her eyes boring into mine. "Got a solution for that?"
    "Yeah," I say, walking up to her until she shrinks away from my presence, threatened by my imposing stance. "I just won't let you go."
    "I'm not your property!" She sounds shocked. Poor little thing, actually believing she could get away from me if she wanted to. So naïve. So young. She has so much to learn about the big, bad world.
    "Not yet," I say with a smirk.
    She looks mildly horrified at my words. I turn around to leave, but Willa grabs my sleeve and pulls me closer before I can move away.
    "Maybe we can set up a trade," she says, smiling widely at me all of a sudden.
    I give her a questioning look, urging her to go on, and she clears her throat and casts her eyes down, obviously embarrassed about her situation. "I'm in a bit of a bind, and I could use a helping hand. In return, I promise not to call the cops. And I won't ask any questions about...the murder. Deal?"
    Her eyes are hopeful, wide and sparkling. I hate disappointing her almost as much as I love teasing her. I chuckle, shaking my head.
    "What's so funny?" Willa said, sounding offended.
    "You," I say. "You think I'm actually going to trade with you?"
    "Why wouldn't you?" She actually looks proud of her blackmailing. Adorable. "Either you help me, or I go to the cops."
    I step closer again, dominating her with my body until she's shadowed by my overbearing presence. "What makes you think," I start, sliding a finger down her pretty face and coming to rest on that pouty mouth. "I take orders from anyone?"
    She gulps, but I'm not done just yet.
    "I don't trade, baby doll. I just take whatever the fuck I want."
    "But—"
    "But nothing." I grin at her and cut her off, a predatory gleam in my eyes. "And what makes you think you're leaving me, ever? Don't you know I'm a wanted criminal? I'll do whatever I want with you, sweet little Willa. And I have plenty of things in mind…"

Six

Willa
    I gulp as the threatening words leave Dexter’s mouth. He’s walking, talking, breathing danger, and I should know better than to be turned on by him.