I shoved him off me, hard. My palms slammed into his chest and he let me, stepping back just enough to give me air. My lips still burned from his teeth, my tongue still tasted the whiskey he'd fed me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared.
"So this is it?" I snapped. "Your big plan? Drag me into a snow globe where everything's frozen except you and me?"
Devon tilted his head, that slow, filthy smirk curling. "You make it sound cheap."
"It is cheap," I spat. "You built a cage and called it a gift."
He laughed once, low and rough. "Still the same mouth."
I crossed my arms. "Tell me something, ghost. Are you the only one in this world, or did you make puppets for yourself too?"
He leaned against the dresser, arms folding, eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not the only one."
I raised a brow.
He pushed off the wood, took one step closer. "Odessa helped."
"Odessa," I repeated. "Who is that? Your new fiancée?"
He chuckled. "I see Andrea left a mark."
