Uncovering You 7: Resurrection Read Online Free Page B

matter that they had a kinship.
    Now that I think of it, it was not the bear that misjudged anything. It was the man. He’d tried to tame two wild beasts. Though, for the longest time, it looked like he’d succeeded, in the end, his mistake cost him his life.
    That is the moral of the story. You cannot adopt a wild animal as a pet. It does not matter how strong your connection might be. Beasts are not meant to be tamed. No matter what you do, you cannot change that nature.
    That is how I feel with Jeremy at the moment. I haven’t tamed the man. I cannot change who he is. The potential for violence, for anger, for a return to Stonehart is always there.
    And it will continue to be there, lying latent somewhere inside, for all his life. Until a trigger provokes a reaction.
    Like the name has done now.
    So I don’t approach him. If anything, I take a small step back.
    I see his fingers tighten around the edge of the counter. He’s trying to regain control.
    I pray, mostly for my sake, that he succeeds.
    “Lilly,” he says. “I do not control you, anymore. But I still hope—hope!—that some of the things you’ve learned about me when I did hold sway over you remain. You know how I hate repeating myself.” He turns his head, slowly. His eyes pierce into me. “So don’t make me do it.”
    I bite my lip and try to think, urging my brain to work faster. I know what he’s talking about. The question he posed, for which I haven’t been able to provide a satisfactory answer.
    But what do I do when the truth fails? I do not want to lie.
    “I…” I stammer, and then I catch myself. Jeremy does not want a frail, pathetic, weak woman in front of him. So what if Hugh—whoever he is—has a replica of the collar? It’s not going to harm me. It’s not like he’ll tackle me to the floor and force it around my neck.
    The image of that small, old man, trying to grapple me to the floor is so ridiculous it makes me want to laugh. He’s no taller than my shoulder! And he’s got to be pushing seventy.
    He’s no threat. Not physically , anyway. Besides, I’ve dealt with much, much worse while under Jeremy’s care. And who did I run to then? Nobody! I relied on myself . I got myself out of that situation.
    That is exactly what I’ll do here. Running to Jeremy was a cop-out. It was a sign of weakness, of dependence. I must squash it in the future.
    So I straighten. I roll my shoulders back. I address Jeremy in a calm, cool voice.
    “A man told me,” I say.
    “A man.” Jeremy nearly chuckles. He turns back to the bar. His hand hovers over a series of bottles before clasping the neck of one. He picks it up, takes his tumbler, and walks to sit behind his desk.
    He does this all without once casting a look at me.
    He leans in his seat, and then, to my surprise, kicks his legs up on the table. He pours the brandy, closely watching the dark, golden liquid.
    “Are you trying to evoke a reaction from me?” he asks. “Is that why you’re here, Lilly? Do you want to see how much power you still hold?”
    He swirls the liquid in the glass, continuing to watch only it. “Well, I know a better way for you to do it. Come here, Lilly.”
    My back stiffens at the callous sound of his request. I walk over to him regardless.
    He only looks at me when I’m a foot away.
    “Blow me,” he says.
    I blink. “What?”
    “Get on your fucking knees and blow me!” Jeremy roars.
    The outburst makes me instantly drop down. Jeremy twirls in his chair and places his open legs on either side of my head.
    “I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “I shouldn’t have yelled. But I think it’s preferable to…the alternative.”
    I nearly open my mouth to ask ‘what alternative’, before realizing I don’t want to know.
    Jeremy unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. I’m astounded to see that he’s already semi-hard.
    “You know this type of thing gets my blood going,” he says, as if reading my thoughts. “And all day long I haven’t been