For a long while Eddie didn’t say anything at all. His eyes were on the road but he stole looks at the woman beside him, small, passing looks that went away quickly, like they never existed at all. He had listened to what she’d told him, about Lex, about the guy who he was working for, the man whom he thought he liked. Through his silence she might have thought that he didn’t believe her, for that was how his soundless disposition could have been explained by somebody who didn’t know how to read him correctly.
He didn’t like being lied to, didn’t like it when people kept important facts from reaching his ears when he deserved to hear them. If he really did threaten her cousin, if he had forced her to marry him to piss somebody else off, if he was this manipulative person that she said he was, then Eddie wasn’t so sure of his feelings anymore. She said that he needed to be aware of what Lex was really like. That made his blood run colder. It made his hand tighten around the steering wheel until his knuckles were white with the pressure.
33.1 and what he did to her mother… It made him think. Those words made him want to ask questions and surely, Eddie would ask those questions and demand to be told the truth. When he wanted something bad enough, he’d get it one way or the other. Lex would tell him willingly, or he would tell him after he had him pinned to a wall. He hoped that it wouldn’t come down to the latter of the two.
The car got closer and closer to the mansion and finally, when it drove up, nearer to the doors, it stopped and Eddie turned to face her. He hadn’t said anything for the remainder of the ride, not after she’d starting telling him what she did. He chose then to speak. He tore away his silence only after they were already there.
“You’ll be okay here. If he hurts you I’ll take you back.” It was all that he said, and then he was opening the door and getting out.