Beth was silent, unsure of what to say. She was just about able to get her head around it. She thought for a little bit in silence.
“I don’t think we’re being followed,” Robert said, glancing in the rear view mirror once again.
She nodded absent-mindedly.
“Wait, last night, when you were talking to Lucius, and he said that you killed me in the future he avoided—” Beth was surprised at how relaxed she was, saying that, “—you weren’t you, you were ‘him’, did he mean this curse?”
Robert nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“Is there no way to just deal with it?”
He shrugged. “Not really. You can learn to cope with it, but it never goes away. Everyone develops their own method. Onyx never lets anything get him down, Jay has Isabella, and I just—”
“Hide behind a facade of indifference,” she murmured.
To her surprise, he grinned. “You’ve been talking to Onyx.”
She laughed. “Those are his words,” she admitted.
His grin remained. He drove further and further into the town centre, the buildings becoming nightclubs, and bars, among other things. When he eventually pulled off the road, it was into an empty car park. It was around the back of one of the buildings. He turned off the engine and got out. Beth got out too after a second, feeling very confused.
“Where are we?” she asked, her eyebrows drawn together.
“In the middle of town?”
Robert just smiled. He went around got the bags from the boot, putting them on his shoulder. He held out his hand to Beth, which she took, grateful she wasn’t being dragged along. He led her around to the front of the building, where she stopped, seeing the name.
‘Body Shots’ was a club, notorious for its pole dancers, strippers, prostitutes and cheap alcohol. A common favourite among some of her male friends, seeing as they never asked for ID.
“Robert, this is a strip club,” she said simply, looking at him.
He grinned. “I am aware of that.”
She narrowed her eyes at him but let him lead her up to the door. He unlocked it with a key from his pocket and pulled her through, locking it again behind them. It was pitch black, causing her to tighten her grip on Robert’s hand. He squeezed back.
“Don’t worry, farfallina,” he said to her.
Of course, he could still see. She put her faith entirely in him, letting him pull her through the darkness.