Tessa’s eyes snapped open.
“Eric,” she tried to whisper in spite of the tape that covered her mouth. A new thought had just struck her. The answer to a question that had haunted her for months—a question that her therapist had reflected back to her time and time again:
I just don’t understand why I chose him. Why Eric Thorn of all people?
You tell me, Tessa. Why do you think you’ve fixated on him?
The answer was so obvious. How had she failed to see it before? She knew exactly why she’d obsessed over Eric. Not because she liked the way he looked or the sound of his voice. Because she identified with him. When she looked at his picture and saw fear on his face, she recognized herself. It wasn’t just projection. She understood firsthand where his anxiety came from—the same source as her own worst fears.
The fans.
That’s what she had in Blair, when she came right down to it. A fan. A fanatical follower who loved her too much, like the fangirls who stalked Eric’s every move. Not one of the casual fans, who were content to buy his music and reply to his tweets. No, she had one of the dangerous ones—the fans who wanted their crush to love them back so badly that they convinced themselves it was true.
She heard a different voice inside her head now. Not Dr. Regan. The memory of a reporter’s voice, crackling from her TV.
Such a class act. That could have turned ugly so easily…
You can tell he’s had his share of run-ins with overeager fans…
How did Eric deal with the obsessed ones? Tessa knew the answer. She’d seen it with her own eyes. She remembered the whole scene now, the way it had played out on her TV screen in blurry cell phone videos.
He’d looked deep into that girl’s eyes, and his lips had formed the magic words—words that Tessa couldn’t hear, but she could guess their meaning. The words that his pursuer wanted to hear above all others. The lies that every fangirl dreams of hearing from her idol:
“I see you… I notice you… I know that you exist… I love you back… I love you too…”
Tessa heard the kitchen tap turn off, followed by the sound of Blair’s hurried footsteps. He was coming back, but she felt her fear receding. She sat up and squared her shoulders. She knew what she needed to do.
“OK, Tessa. Ready?”
Ready, she confirmed inside her head.
“I’m going to take off the duct tape now, but you have to promise me you won’t do something stupid. No screaming. Do you promise?”
Tessa nodded calmly.
“Good girl.” He set the water glass down on the coffee table and peeled away the tape with one hand. In his other hand, all the while, he gripped the butcher knife in a tight fist.
“There now,” he said gently as he eased away the tape. “Sorry it’s so sticky, Tessa. Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she answered once her lips were free. She forced her mouth to curve into a smile. “Thank you. I’m OK now. I feel so much better.”
“You do?” His brow crinkled with concern. “You’re not having a panic attack anymore?”
“No, no,” she said, smiling even brighter. “I think it was just the tape making me hyperventilate. I wasn’t scared. Why would I be scared?”
He tilted his head to one side, examining her face. “You were going to scream before, when I caught you snooping in my bag. I had to put my hand over your mouth. Don’t lie to me.” The knife flashed in front of her face. Tessa bit back a gasp and forced herself to laugh instead.
“Of course I was going to scream, Blair. I just realized who you were! I was excited. That’s what all girls do when we’re excited. We scream!” She laughed again. “You’re so funny. I can’t believe you tied me up. I’m not afraid of you. I love you.”
His eyes narrowed, and Tessa held her breath.
“Then why did you run away from me last summer?” he asked. “Why did you leave me in the middle of the night like that, Tessa? You just left. You didn’t even say good-bye.”
Tessa’s smile faltered slightly. Her mind raced for an explanation that would convince him. “That’s true,” she admitted. “I was scared of you in New Orleans. I think you just came on a little too strong. But that was all before…before I really knew you. You were still a stranger to me then. I know you so much better now!”
“Bullshit.”
The word hit her like a gut punch. It wasn’t working. Tessa blinked and looked down at her knees.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Before you really knew me? What’s that supposed to mean, Tessa? We were together! I loved you. I treated you right. And you…you loved me too.” His voice rose higher and higher as he continued. “And then all of a sudden, out of nowhere…poof! Gone. Not one word of explanation. Like I meant nothing to you. Like I never even existed!”
“Blair,” she whispered. “It wasn’t like that.”
Tessa saw her mistake now—a slight miscalculation. She hadn’t realized just how deeply his delusions ran. He must have concocted a whole fictional love affair inside his head and convinced himself that it was real. She was in too deep now to backtrack. Her only hope was to go with it. Play along, just like Eric had done. He’d held that girl in his arms and whisked her around the stage, and she’d let him waltz her right into the hands of his waiting bodyguards.
Tessa gave up trying to smile and schooled her features into a coquettish pout. “You say you love me, Blair, but I know it isn’t true. Don’t lie to me.”
His eyes went wide, incredulous. “Of course I do! How can you say that?”
Tessa shook her head. “Actions speak louder than words. This was supposed to be a special night for us, and you tied me to a chair. How is that supposed to make me feel?” She lifted her eyes and gazed up at him through veiled lashes. His face changed at the accusation in her words. He lowered the knife to his side.
“Tessa, I’m sorry.”
She glared at him indignantly but not with the true disgust she felt—more like the kind of look she used to cast at Scott in the middle of some petty argument.
“Tessa,” Blair tried again. “Don’t be mad. I have to do this after the way you treated me…after you ran away. You see that, right?”
She nodded slowly, pretending to agree. “I know. I’m sorry I acted that way. Blair, please.” She raised her eyes to him again, imploring. “We were so good together before. I just want things to go back to the way they were.”
“That’s what I want too!” He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her legs, resting his face in her lap. “That’s all I want, Tessa. Just like it was before.”
Tessa ignored the bitter taste rising in her throat. She awkwardly positioned her bound wrists beside his head and stroked her fingers through the clumps of unwashed hair. “It’s not too late,” she said softly. “Don’t you remember what we said last night?”
“Last night?” He lifted his head from where it rested on her knees. “Who? Me? When?”
“Over DM!” she went on. “We said we would dance. Remember?”