“Well, if it makes you feel better, I never intended to kill you.” His smile is sheepish when he says it, shoulders hunching like I’ve caught him doing something oh-so-sweet. “I’d thought, maybe afterward, as long as I could keep you in the dark, that you and I could be the only survivors. Thought maybe…” His other hand comes up so his knuckles can trail along the edge of the ax as I watch. “You know what trauma bonding is, right? It wouldn’t be my trauma, but I figured I could pretend for you after everything. When you were all alone and scared and waiting for the cops with me.”
