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expect he’ll free my feet first and I let out a squeak when I see the needle. No! I struggle, but between my bonds and the confined space, I have nowhere to go but back into the blackness.
****
When I wake again, I’m tied to a bed, spread eagled. My eyes flash open but I groan in pain. Whatever he’s been dosing me with leaves a severe migraine in its wake. Even the light seeping through my closed eyelids burns. At least the gag is gone and I can take a deep breath.
Until I realize I’m naked beneath the thin white sheet. My breathing turns choppy. Did I really deny Connor out of fear last night, only to end up being raped anyway?
“Are you thirsty?” Ian asks from the corner.
I’m too scared to take stock of my body’s condition. He doesn’t wait for an answer, merely aims a straw between my chapped lips.
Though the water might be drugged, I drink it anyhow. If he wants me doped up I’m sure he’ll use the needle. Roofies are the least of my worries right now.
When the glass is empty he sets it aside. I flinch when he pulls back the sheet. I want to close my eyes as he surveys my body, but I don’t want to let him out of my sight either.
His cold, impersonal touch makes me flinch but he doesn’t seem to notice as he inspects me. “Did that animal hurt you last night?”
My brows draw down. “Animal?”
“Edge,” he grates out the name. “I saw you storm out of that car.”
“You were watching us?” I recall the feeling of dread and fear that wound through my system. Could it have been some instinct about Ian, and not Connor, that elicited such a response?
“I followed him. Knew he’d lead me to you. You should have come to me when you ran from him. I could have brought you here.” His tone is censorious, as though scolding a naughty child.
My eyesight is improving, but for a minute I fear my mind is playing tricks on me. “Are we in my cottage?” Hope soars. If we’re on the Rosemont Estate, Connor will find me that much sooner.
But everything is a shade off. There are no personal items. The dresser, the walls, even the curtains are identical, but without family photos or my overstuffed bookshelf it’s more a guest house then my cottage. Still, it’s chilling how much detail he picked up the one and only time he came to my house. While I was chasing after Connor, he was poking through my home.
Ian, the whacko, shakes his head. “Unfortunately not. The security measures Edge put in place were almost impossible to traverse. I only made it through undetected that one time. Don’t worry, we’ll make new memories here. Together. Starting with this.” He holds up a butt plug identical to the one someone left on my doorstep.
My lungs freeze up. Realization must show on my face, because Ian grins. “Yes, the sex toy. I quite enjoyed the video you recorded for me.” He holds up my phone in his free hand.
“That was for Connor.” The words tumble out and I see the rage sweep across his bland features. I instantly try to cover my slip. “I mean—”
“I know precisely what you mean.” His tone is grim, his eyes narrowed in warning. “That’s why I have to dispose of him. You’ll never be mine as long as he draws breath. I’ll see to it myself this time. That fool who planted the bomb nearly killed you!” Outrage twists his face into an unrecognizable mask of fury.
Ian was responsible for the car bombing and he sent me the gift. My head is swimming with pain and information overload. “What are you going to do?”
“Lure him here. He’s stupid when it comes to you, never stopping to think things through. He has unlimited resources and I’m sure he’ll put every one of them to work to find you. In fact, I’m counting on it. Because when he does, I’ll take care of him the same way I did your grandfather.”
My eyes go wide. “You killed Pops?”
His tone is full of regret. “He wasn’t supposed to die. I needed to lure you from that place. He should have
****
When I wake again, I’m tied to a bed, spread eagled. My eyes flash open but I groan in pain. Whatever he’s been dosing me with leaves a severe migraine in its wake. Even the light seeping through my closed eyelids burns. At least the gag is gone and I can take a deep breath.
Until I realize I’m naked beneath the thin white sheet. My breathing turns choppy. Did I really deny Connor out of fear last night, only to end up being raped anyway?
“Are you thirsty?” Ian asks from the corner.
I’m too scared to take stock of my body’s condition. He doesn’t wait for an answer, merely aims a straw between my chapped lips.
Though the water might be drugged, I drink it anyhow. If he wants me doped up I’m sure he’ll use the needle. Roofies are the least of my worries right now.
When the glass is empty he sets it aside. I flinch when he pulls back the sheet. I want to close my eyes as he surveys my body, but I don’t want to let him out of my sight either.
His cold, impersonal touch makes me flinch but he doesn’t seem to notice as he inspects me. “Did that animal hurt you last night?”
My brows draw down. “Animal?”
“Edge,” he grates out the name. “I saw you storm out of that car.”
“You were watching us?” I recall the feeling of dread and fear that wound through my system. Could it have been some instinct about Ian, and not Connor, that elicited such a response?
“I followed him. Knew he’d lead me to you. You should have come to me when you ran from him. I could have brought you here.” His tone is censorious, as though scolding a naughty child.
My eyesight is improving, but for a minute I fear my mind is playing tricks on me. “Are we in my cottage?” Hope soars. If we’re on the Rosemont Estate, Connor will find me that much sooner.
But everything is a shade off. There are no personal items. The dresser, the walls, even the curtains are identical, but without family photos or my overstuffed bookshelf it’s more a guest house then my cottage. Still, it’s chilling how much detail he picked up the one and only time he came to my house. While I was chasing after Connor, he was poking through my home.
Ian, the whacko, shakes his head. “Unfortunately not. The security measures Edge put in place were almost impossible to traverse. I only made it through undetected that one time. Don’t worry, we’ll make new memories here. Together. Starting with this.” He holds up a butt plug identical to the one someone left on my doorstep.
My lungs freeze up. Realization must show on my face, because Ian grins. “Yes, the sex toy. I quite enjoyed the video you recorded for me.” He holds up my phone in his free hand.
“That was for Connor.” The words tumble out and I see the rage sweep across his bland features. I instantly try to cover my slip. “I mean—”
“I know precisely what you mean.” His tone is grim, his eyes narrowed in warning. “That’s why I have to dispose of him. You’ll never be mine as long as he draws breath. I’ll see to it myself this time. That fool who planted the bomb nearly killed you!” Outrage twists his face into an unrecognizable mask of fury.
Ian was responsible for the car bombing and he sent me the gift. My head is swimming with pain and information overload. “What are you going to do?”
“Lure him here. He’s stupid when it comes to you, never stopping to think things through. He has unlimited resources and I’m sure he’ll put every one of them to work to find you. In fact, I’m counting on it. Because when he does, I’ll take care of him the same way I did your grandfather.”
My eyes go wide. “You killed Pops?”
His tone is full of regret. “He wasn’t supposed to die. I needed to lure you from that place. He should have
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