Cain lifted himself up, and I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling empty with him no longer filling me. Turning on my side, I watched him walk across the room to a cupboard and open the door to pull out a canvas bag. He could walk around naked all day, and I’d never grow bored of those wide-muscled shoulders, cut arms, and drool-worthy abs.

He sat down beside me and opened the bag. He first pulled out my teddy bear. Smiling, I took the gift my father had given me as part of my high school graduation gifts. I held it to my chest and rubbed the soft fur on my face. Cain then pulled out the picture that sat with the bear, and tears pricked my eyes as I stared at my father’s smiling face.

“I also grabbed this.”

He pulled out my old diary, and my eyes went wide, but I didn’t try to snatch it from his hand. Cain didn’t feel bad about invading personal space. Why would he? He stalked, captured, and killed his victims, so taking a diary was low on the list of things he’d even think were wrong.

“Why did you take that,” I asked.

He shrugged, his wide shoulders lifting and falling, which reminded me of something he’d done as a child. “It allowed me to try and understand you better.”

“You wanted to understand me?”

“Yes, I like to understand everything.”

That comment explained a lot about Cain.

“Why do you say you don’t know your father,” he asked and held up the diary to show the pages that told the truth. I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking down at the picture in my hands.

“This is not my father, he’s my dad, but my mom says she doesn’t know who my biological father is. She cheated on my dad, and they split when I found out by accident.” It was my turn to shrug. “It doesn’t matter now, I guess.”

“Do you want to know?”

“Yeah. Just to know where I came from, you know?”

“Not really.”

I looked up into his eyes, and it was hard to comprehend that, for someone so intelligent, how emotionally limited he was. He watched his father die and didn’t care. He walked in on his mother being murdered and helped clean it up. He killed with ease, but the concept of wanting to know who my real dad was, seemed to be lost on him.

“But, I’ll find out for you.” His stare never wavered. Shocked, I watched him stand and then hold out his hand. “Let’s go shower and then I’ll make dinner and bring it down before I fuck you again. I plan on having you many times tonight. Then tomorrow, I’ll find the answers you want.”