Wicked Obsession

17.

Friday, July 19th

The entire way to the restaurant is silent, both of us lost in our thoughts. I keep looking at him, curious as to how his existence is even possible. Other than when he's pissed, he looks normal, acts normal but surely he has lost his temper with someone. Surely I'm not the only one who has tried to unlock the skeleton closet. Then again there aren't many people who would believe the truth of what he is and I have a feeling that if they did, Harry took care of them quickly. I've seen the pure power and sheer force of his fury, no human could stand against him.

That then raises the question yet again, why me? Why is he letting me know him this way? What does he really want from me?

I have too many unanswered questions and he is the only person who can answer them. The problem is I've known Harry for nearly a month and a half now, nothing with him is ever free, especially answers. The only way I've ever managed answers from him is giving him something in return. A deal.

Liam's warning runs through my mind and at the time it seemed silly but now... How does Liam know about Harry? Surely that's what he was hinting at when we last met and if that's the case, then I can't trust him either. When I first met Liam he told me we both share a hatred for Harry but that was before I knew what Harry was.

There is something tying the two together but I have a feeling that the hatred is one sided. If Harry knew of Liam and his vendetta against him, I can say with out a doubt Harry would've ended it. Easily. So that leaves the question: what is motivating Liam?

I glance over at Harry again and hate the unfamiliar feeling inside me. I'm not even completely sure of what my motives are anymore. I want the truth, about everything but I don't think I can say I hate Harry. He can be almost kind to me at times and last night, when we played the piano together... I've never exposed myself to anyone that way. Then at other times he's such a fucking asshole and I can't stand him. I briefly close my eyes and look out the window at the passing city.

I need to focus on one thing at a time and my feelings are way too complicated so I'm going to do what I know: get answers.

I can't keep letting Harry distract me with sex and from our encounter earlier today and when I first got into the car, that's exactly where his mind is. I have to do the one thing that I know will appeal to him more than seducing me, offer up a deal.

The car comes to a stop and I look over at Harry again but he is already staring at me, the intensity in his eyes matches my own.

"I want to make a deal with you." I calmly say, my eyes never leaving his.

He looks amused for the most part but his eyes are guarded, suspecting I am up to something. He raises his brow at me and waves a hand, indicating for me to continue.

"I want honest complete non-cryptic answers to ten questions of my choosing."

"And in return?" His voice is deep and it makes my bones vibrate but I keep my wits and continue.

"What do you want?"

He ponders my question for a moment and runs a hand through his hair.

"I ask for the same thing. Ten answers to ten questions of my choosing."

The gleam in his eye makes me unsteady. Out of all the things he could ask me for, I never expected him to want answers from me. I'm afraid of what he is going to ask and I can tell that I am treading in dangerous water but then again, I have been for quite some time now. I let out a sigh. Why start being cautious now?