Chains

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Chains

I burst through the door, ready to punch, bite and scream.

If someone is trying to chain up, theyhave to come through me first.

"Kenzy!" Dylan leaps off his bed, trying to hide the huge pile of chains behind him. I scan the room. No one else is here.

Dylan, what's going on?" I peer around his shoulder. "What are those for?"

Dylan glances guiltily back at the chains. I see that there's some kind of oil there, as well as a couple of metalworking instruments. It looks like he's taking care of the chains, or testing their strength.

"It's for work."

This is getting ridiculous.

"Dylan, you're a web designer! In what possible world could your work need chains?"

"It's a long story. Look, I'm tired, I really want to go to bed."

"Tell me what's going on."I look him straight in the eye, silently daring him to lie to me.

Dylan drops his gaze to the ground. "I can't. I'm so sorry, Lia, but I just can't. If you don't want to live with me anymore, I'll understand."

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