Chapter 150

“I’m not sure what secret you’re referring to,” he says, and his voice is perfectly even, perfectly neutral, perfectly nothing, which is how I know immediately that he knows exactly what secret I’m referring to.

“You know,” I say pleasantly.

“Lucia–”

“You know, and I know you know, and we can spend the next ten minutes doing this particular dance or you can accept that I found what I found and we can move on to the part where you agree to my terms.” I hold his gaze from the edge of his bed and I watch him think, running through the variables and I wait, because I have been waiting for him to come home for the better part of the day and a few more seconds costs me nothing.

Finally, something in his face shifts and he exhales through his nose and says, “What exactly did you find?”

“Enough,” I say simply.

He is quiet for a long moment. The afternoon light sits between us and neither of us moves and I can hear the house existing around us.

“An