I came up with a thousand-and-one reasons to not go through Eden's things. But, I only needed the one reason to go through with it: I was curious. I wanted to know what kind of man he was aside from a murderous psychopath that seemed dead set on breaking me down, atom by atom.

Gently, I set the laundry basket down and stood there, staring at the duffle bags. There were two, along with the bag that held all of Eden's first-aid equipment that he had pulled out to bandage my foot.

I ...