Foretell by Belle Malory Read Free Book Online Page B

cold-hearted, she-wolf did you dirty, and you’re making everyone else pay for her mistakes. You’re the type of person who pouts and holds grudges for a long time. For you, maybe even several lifetimes.”
    Rex’s amber eyes narrowed on me. They lost their warmth, turning into a cool shade of brown.
    I knew I was onto something.
    Spitefully, I continued the onslaught. “You wear simple and understated clothes, but everything has to be name brand, possibly even tailored. You keep your appearance up, not because you want attention. Oh, no. You couldn’t care less for the attention you receive. You do it because every time some clueless female gets shot down by you , it makes you feel smug. You leave their beds, knowing that they’ll probably cry their eyes out over the fact that you didn’t call them, that they couldn’t change you-that they weren’t the one for you. You eat this stuff up, but not because you want to hurt any of them. It’s because they’re all her to you.”
    I was going out on limb with some of the stuff I was saying, but it was obvious I was striking close to home. I smiled, realizing I’d guessed right about the girl. My words had pierced into Rex like arrows. He held his hands in tight fists at his sides. His jaw tensed, the corner of his mouth twitching.
    “The sad truth is, you feel all alone,” I said. “Inwardly, you’re just really pissed off because she’s off living her life or lives, whatever, while you’re miserably remembering her for the rest of yours. I’ll bet you don’t even want to go by the name Stefan anymore simply because it’s attached to the life you shared with this woman.”
    I sat back in my seat, out of breath. I felt wicked, but satisfied. I was sure I was glowing, witnessing that bastard’s arrogant grin wiped clean from his handsome face. It was replaced by a furious anger. He was trying to hide it, but he was failing miserably.
    I was playing with fire.
    Truthfully, Rex’s anger was a little frightening. But I was determined not to let him intimidate me. I’d won this battle. And I felt good about it. . .right?
    After a few moments, Rex swallowed. His fists loosened.
    “Are you done?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    “Okay,” he said. “Mind if I take a shot at this game?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t care,” I said. And why should I? What could he possibly say to me that could hurt my feelings? I wasn’t the self-righteous, egocentric pig in this scenario.
    “For one, you’re complacent,” he began. “In fact, most of the things you do are done purposefully to stay unnoticed. You let your ability act as your excuse to keep yourself on the sidelines. And don’t kid yourself, it’s because you want to be there.
    “You wear your clothes in dark colors and in loose fabrics, partly because it’s trendy, but mostly because you prefer to go overlooked.”
    I looked down to see what I was wearing, hoping I’d worn something light or colorful. I wore a simple black blouse with dark blue jeans. I crossed my arms over my chest, forcing myself to believe he was only making the obvious observations.
    He continued his attack. “You use big words every now then because it makes you feel superior and more intelligent. You probably do this because it’s one small way to feel like you have control over people, but it will never compare to the way your mother and sister have control over you. Or for that matter, it won’t compare to the way anybody who finds out about your ability can control you. I bet you even have Abby as a pet because you don’t have any friends.
    “You’re a loner, a recluse and have been terrified for most of your life about the things you’re capable of. You probably could’ve used your ability to do some real good in this world. But you’re just selfish and scared enough to keep it all to yourself because you can’t deal.”
    Rex sat back in his seat now.
    I think he had more to say, but something made him shut-up. I felt the