Lowering the volume of the Sunshine song he seemed determined to torture me with—Cain shrugged and continued working. “Why do you think, Sunshine?”

I didn’t want to say the words. “Why are you planning on killing her?”

Cain never stopped moving, and his actions were steady and methodical. Although I knew what he was and what he was capable of, seeing his emotionless expression only hammered home the reality of what he was planning on doing to me.

“I kill because I enjoy it. On some level, I need to do it. If you enjoyed shuffleboard, wouldn’t you play the game?”

The woman murmured incoherent words as Cain secured both of her legs and drew the dangling, thick leather up to place over her chest. It disgusted me that even with a woman’s life hanging in the balance, I could be turned on by seeing him run a slab of leather through his hands.

“Shuffleboard doesn’t kill anyone.”

“I’m sure it’s killed someone with boredom,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling up as his eyes flicked to mine. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest and the newest pair of pajamas he’d brought me. I glanced down at the white bunnies on this pair and was once more confused by the gesture and the choice.

“You’re funny, a real comedian. Be straight with me, Cain. Why are you doing this? I mean, why are you doing this in front of me,” I pointed to the woman on the table, who was blinking but not yet fully conscious.

“Because Sunshine, you’re in here, and I need you to know all of me. Even the parts you don’t want to see. If you are looking for a reason why I chose her specifically, there isn’t one. She just happened to come upon me, and like a fly in a web, I am the spider looking for a meal.”

The last strap pulled snug, and he stalked toward me. Well, that was how it felt whenever he walked in my direction—like I was the next meal on the menu.

“Here is the thing, Sunshine. I want to answer the things you’re trying not to ask but still want to know. I like the heady, metallic scent of blood. I like the way it glides through my fingers when I work.”

He stopped directly in front of me and held up his fingers, rubbing them together like there was already blood on them. He took another step closer, and I had to tilt my head all the way back to stare into his eyes. Cain was imposing and didn’t need fancy gimmicks to act wild like I’d seen his brother do. He was the calm embodiment of death, the reaper that had been pulled from hell to walk the earth and take any soul he saw fit.