Beast by Sky Corgan

Author:Sky Corgan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, romantic thriller, coming of age romance, beauty and the beast romance, new adult romance, bad boy romance, dark romance
Publisher: Sky Corgan
Published: 2017-08-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

KENDALL

I have Dyson right where I want him, and I don't think he minds one bit. Every day is all about me. To be honest, it's kind of nice not to be alone anymore. And I've never felt less alone than when we're together.

Almost everything we do, we do together. In the daytime, Dyson lets me control the television remote. He doesn't complain, even when I make him watch sappy romantic movies. In the evenings, he strolls with me around the perimeter fence. The kennelmaster came to retrieve the injured dog and its deceased partner, so it's been blessedly quiet. Even though I hated those dogs, I'm glad that one is going to be alright. Sometimes I feel guilty for climbing the fence and having caused its buddy's death. I love animals, and I know it's not the dogs' fault they were aggressive. They were trained to be that way.

At night, Dyson and I play Pictionary or charades or hangman together. He's a lot smarter than he looks, and every day I find him to be less of a brute and even more attractive than the day before. I'm worried that I'm getting Stockholm syndrome. For a guy who I initially only saw as my kidnapper, now I see him as so much more. A vibrant, compassionate human being who was just dealt a rough hand in life and played it poorly. There's a deep part of me that wants to fix him and get him out of this mess, but I don't know how. That makes me feel powerless. This whole situation makes me feel powerless for the both of us.

I can't leave because I don't want Dyson to die. And the reason why is different than it was when I first decided not to run away after the incident with the dogs. Back then, I stayed because I wanted to repay him for saving my life. Now, I'm staying because I enjoy being with him. I want to spend as much time with Dyson as possible before this is all over and I return home, and we never see each other again.

I feel almost guilty for being in a position where I'm enjoying my imprisonment. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't be happy here, yet I am...with this dark and mysterious man that, by all rights, I should loathe.

I sit on the porch at night pondering my predicament. There's soft country music playing in the background and a cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade in my hand. It was Dyson's contribution to the fried chicken I made for dinner. I let him make it on his own, then came around afterward and added more sugar so it wouldn't be so damn tart. The man is a disaster with anything food related, but I don't really care. It's sweet that he wanted to help.

I want the music to soothe my soul, but I'm so conflicted about everything. The cool night breeze whispers across my skin, carrying some of my worries away with it.

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