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one.”
Maggie slumped back in her seat, too shocked to comprehend what he said. Something in the trees caught her eye, brown fur moving fast through the woods. A bear!
They were only travelling slowly because of the icy road, but when the bear ran in front of them the guys reaction was still enough to send them sliding across the road and off the edge. They hit a tree with a sickening thud, and even with her seat belt on she hit her head.
The last thing she saw before she blacked out was the fierce mouth of a bear, closing in on the man next to her.
“Cyrus,” she muttered. “Please, don’t kill him.”
Chapter Seven
Bright lights confused her. There were many voices, all strange, around her. Her head pounded, this was becoming much too familiar.
Familiar, yes, things were coming back to her; she could remember things from before. Meeting Aiden and Cyrus was no longer the only thing she could recall. She remembered the guy in the car. Ted. He had latched onto her at a club, and then taken her away in his car. It was all a bit foggy, but she remembered it. He bought her a drink; it must have been spiked because that is when it all got a bit fuzzy.
“Maggie. Maggie can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can.”
It was not Aiden or Cyrus talking to her, and she tried to decide if she could she trust who ever this was. Or was it Ted's accomplice?
“Maggie. Please.” This voice she recognised, Aiden was with her.
She squeezed the hand that held hers, and then fought to open her eyes.
“She’s coming round.”
“Maggie. Thank goodness.”
“What happened?” she managed to whisper.
“There was a car accident. Don’t try to talk yet.” He sounded worried.
Then she recalled exactly what had happened. Cyrus. Had he killed Ted? Was that the warning Aiden was trying to give her? Yes, he was right, keep your mouth shut until you talk to Aiden privately. Find out what the story was.
“Maggie.” The other voice was talking now. “I’m going to examine you. Is that OK?”
Maggie nodded and turned her head, forcing her eyes open. A nurse was checking her arms and legs, paying close attention to the cuts and scrapes there. She manipulated her body to check for any breaks, occasionally asking, “Does this hurt?”
Each time Maggie shook her head or murmured “No”.
“OK. I need to take a look at your head now, you’ve had quite a bump. It might sting a bit.”
It did, but she gritted her teeth, wanting it over as soon as possible. She turned to look at Aiden, who caught her eye and gave her a weak smile. Then she closed her eyes, trying to let the thumping in her head go.
Slowly and painfully, she picked through her memories. Her parents, that was why she had been targeted, they were rich. Very rich. Images of her apartment came into her head, all the latest gadgets. Money no object, so different from the lives Aiden and Cyrus lived.
Yet she had been happy with them, much happier than she was in her other life it seemed. Unfulfilled, that is how her parents described her, and she had allowed herself to be open to kidnapping by taking chances. Well, that lesson had been learned.
At last, the nurse had finished, grunting satisfactorily she said, “I don’t think you will need stitches. It looked worse than it was. I’ll get you something for the pain, and then we’ll move you up to a ward.”
“A ward? Can’t I go home?”
“Doctor wants to monitor you for concussion. And your parents won’t get here until late afternoon, so it’s best if we keep you here. I think the police will want to speak to you too.” She indicated a man standing outside the room.
“The police.”
“Yes. I bet you have quite a story to tell.” Then she left, speaking to the officer briefly.
Maggie turned a worried look on Aiden. “What happened? What did you tell the police?”
“What exactly do you remember?” he asked, warily.
“Everything. The last thing I saw was Cyrus. Did he hurt
Maggie slumped back in her seat, too shocked to comprehend what he said. Something in the trees caught her eye, brown fur moving fast through the woods. A bear!
They were only travelling slowly because of the icy road, but when the bear ran in front of them the guys reaction was still enough to send them sliding across the road and off the edge. They hit a tree with a sickening thud, and even with her seat belt on she hit her head.
The last thing she saw before she blacked out was the fierce mouth of a bear, closing in on the man next to her.
“Cyrus,” she muttered. “Please, don’t kill him.”
Chapter Seven
Bright lights confused her. There were many voices, all strange, around her. Her head pounded, this was becoming much too familiar.
Familiar, yes, things were coming back to her; she could remember things from before. Meeting Aiden and Cyrus was no longer the only thing she could recall. She remembered the guy in the car. Ted. He had latched onto her at a club, and then taken her away in his car. It was all a bit foggy, but she remembered it. He bought her a drink; it must have been spiked because that is when it all got a bit fuzzy.
“Maggie. Maggie can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can.”
It was not Aiden or Cyrus talking to her, and she tried to decide if she could she trust who ever this was. Or was it Ted's accomplice?
“Maggie. Please.” This voice she recognised, Aiden was with her.
She squeezed the hand that held hers, and then fought to open her eyes.
“She’s coming round.”
“Maggie. Thank goodness.”
“What happened?” she managed to whisper.
“There was a car accident. Don’t try to talk yet.” He sounded worried.
Then she recalled exactly what had happened. Cyrus. Had he killed Ted? Was that the warning Aiden was trying to give her? Yes, he was right, keep your mouth shut until you talk to Aiden privately. Find out what the story was.
“Maggie.” The other voice was talking now. “I’m going to examine you. Is that OK?”
Maggie nodded and turned her head, forcing her eyes open. A nurse was checking her arms and legs, paying close attention to the cuts and scrapes there. She manipulated her body to check for any breaks, occasionally asking, “Does this hurt?”
Each time Maggie shook her head or murmured “No”.
“OK. I need to take a look at your head now, you’ve had quite a bump. It might sting a bit.”
It did, but she gritted her teeth, wanting it over as soon as possible. She turned to look at Aiden, who caught her eye and gave her a weak smile. Then she closed her eyes, trying to let the thumping in her head go.
Slowly and painfully, she picked through her memories. Her parents, that was why she had been targeted, they were rich. Very rich. Images of her apartment came into her head, all the latest gadgets. Money no object, so different from the lives Aiden and Cyrus lived.
Yet she had been happy with them, much happier than she was in her other life it seemed. Unfulfilled, that is how her parents described her, and she had allowed herself to be open to kidnapping by taking chances. Well, that lesson had been learned.
At last, the nurse had finished, grunting satisfactorily she said, “I don’t think you will need stitches. It looked worse than it was. I’ll get you something for the pain, and then we’ll move you up to a ward.”
“A ward? Can’t I go home?”
“Doctor wants to monitor you for concussion. And your parents won’t get here until late afternoon, so it’s best if we keep you here. I think the police will want to speak to you too.” She indicated a man standing outside the room.
“The police.”
“Yes. I bet you have quite a story to tell.” Then she left, speaking to the officer briefly.
Maggie turned a worried look on Aiden. “What happened? What did you tell the police?”
“What exactly do you remember?” he asked, warily.
“Everything. The last thing I saw was Cyrus. Did he hurt
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