Perish: Book Three (bxb) ✔️

29. What's my secret, Lennox?

Kayax Adler

Damn, he didn't even give me a chance to prepare, and I supposed that was what happened when you showed up pretending to be that piece of shit they believed I was. Someone shouted that my five minutes had started, and I left a stretch of silence while I stared into the furious eyes of Lennox Luna. He was writing me off even further with every second that ticked by, and I was doing everything in my power to stand up straight and keep that demented smirk on my lips.

It was time to get this fucking show on the road.

So, I started pacing a line in front of Lennox. Heel to toe, heel to toe. "Okay, so you have to guess my secret. I don't think you'll get it, though, but I suppose if you think you're good enough to play the game, then I shall entertain you. It was too good of an offer to pass up, I must say. Now, let's see, what can I bring up that will grind your gears?" I tapped my chin in thought, even though I already knew what I had to drop as hints. I snapped my fingers as if I had a magical epiphany. "Ah! Davis, let's talk about Davis, everyone!"

Lennox looked murderous now, but I saw the moment he turned on his analyzing eyes. He was now focused on me--analyzing every little thing about me. His gaze roamed around my entire being, looking for anything to explain why August would ever choose me. And god, he had no idea how I hoped and prayed that he found it.

I managed to catch a quick peek at the Luna family. Quickly scanning over all the faces. None of them looked happy with me at all. Even Elijah. Nope, that shouldn't be bothering me anymore, but I couldn't just flip the switch off. He was my hero for so fucking long.

"Alright!" I clapped my hands together. "Let us talk about Davis. Well, I know you know he's in prison. A bit of a mishap, but he's serving his time. Tsk. Now, I'm sure you know that everyone makes mistakes, right, Lennox? I mean, you seem to know how much I love Davis, correct?" It was me accusing him of believing I loved and respected that vile human but never confirming I loved him at all. "Ah, but he did make some mistakes his his younger days. Oh, you know how the story goes. You do something in the heat of the moment, and poof! There is just no room for forgiveness. He's already stamped with the seal of disapproval, and there's nothing Davis can do to change that, now can he?"

Those words were about me. It was how I felt, but I used the situation to curate it around Davis and the way they believed those very things I just said. I wanted them to see that I didn't, so I had to stand tall and follow through. But I hoped he didn't have his guard too high; otherwise, he wasn't going to guess it correctly.

But this time, I had backup with me, and I fully planned to say what I wanted to say without my mask when the secret was revealed. Whether that was me revealing it or Lennox guessing it.

I whistled for a moment, swinging my arms as if I didn't have a care in the world. "I mean, you've already cast your judgment on Davis, so..." I shrugged. "Why would he truly be any other way for you people, right? Ah, that's okay. I suppose you don't need to worry about Davis anymore. He's in prison for the rest of his life." I barked out a laugh, keeping my smirk in place when it died down. Lennox was giving nothing away, but I had revealed how long his sentencing was. The media didn't know it. I wanted him to flip that over in his head. I wanted him to wonder how he could have gotten such a long sentencing. "It's just little ol' me out here that you gotta worry about, right?"

Lennox was unmoveable and unreadable, but he still kept that fiery gaze intact. "Hm, what else could we talk about? Oh, I've been waiting for this moment, didn't you know? I have so much to say to you!" I smiled almost too evilly as Lennox narrowed his eyes, and he looked pissed. "Honestly, I thought about this day a lot. When would I finally get the opportunity to stand before you and tell you everything I've always needed to get out of my system?" And that was just the truth, it was only being told in a condescending manner. "I kind of get the impression that you're a bit controlling, yikes, by the way. I also think you are a bit neurotic, but what do I know, right? Ah, wait, super sorry, Lennox. I should never make assumptions about your character if I don't know you, right? Sorry, let's move on, shall we?"