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dense tree line. They had been driving on his property for twenty minutes, following a winding road past an orchard, horse stables with larger than life horses grazing serenely nearby, and then a huge pond when he finally saw the big, white house in the distance.
Casey, for whatever reason, had been silent since they ate. He wondered if she had come up with a plan on how to best convince Frankie of her undying love. But it didn’t matter, they were here, and Connor didn’t care. She wasn’t his problem anymore.
He parked the car and trailer in front of the house. A wide porch wrapped around the first floor, tall windows stood open to a warm summer breeze, and a wreath of flowers adorned the front door. It looked like a perfect, peaceful farmhouse, but Connor knew the horror that it contained would be concealed somewhere beyond this picturesque sight.
“Let’s go,” he said, reaching for his seatbelt. Casey jumped as if he was going to beat her. She finally looked scared. “I’m not gonna drag you inside. Frankie’ll be waiting,” he said and climbed out.
He had no doubt that Casey wanted to run, but she wouldn’t get far and running would make her look guilty, so he went around to the trailer and began unhitching it.
Victor came around the side of the house, his hulking frame donning a black, canvas jacket, and thick, leather gloves. Apprehension slid into Connor’s stomach. He watched Casey step out of the car, her legs a bit shaky, her heart racing too fast. She needed to calm down if she was going to put on a good show.
“Frankie’s waiting for you both. Leave the bike here.” Victor turned and headed back the way he came, obviously expecting them to follow.
Casey hesitated, her bright eyes wide. Connor stepped toward her, and she flinched, backing away. He understood why she would be scared right now, but not of him.
“Ladies first,” he said.
Her big eyes turned in his direction and he saw the fear that she was trying so hard to mask. Not fear of Frankie and the death she might meet at the hands of a psychopath, that was there, but she had fight in her for that battle. It was fear of him, of Connor. He could think of only one reason she would be that afraid of him, but how would she have found out?
And then he remembered that thing she’d been playing with in the car. Maybe it wasn’t a video game after all.
With a blink, she hurried ahead of him. They rounded the house, followed a path through high, flowering hedges, through a privacy fence, and into a large, enclosed area that included a long stable and huge barn.
Victor led them into the barn. In the middle there was a low wall, and inside, two dogs were viciously attacking a weaker, slightly smaller dog.
Connor steeled himself, watching as though it interested him. Frankie cracked a belt at the dogs whenever they started to ease up on the third.
He heard Casey’s quick intake of breath, but he was the only to hear it. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the horror in her eyes, the sickness and shock. He moved, stepping in front of her, blocking her from Frankie’s view. Why he did it, he couldn’t say. Perhaps it was because he was feeling the same way, and could hide it, but wanted to rage and rip Frankie apart. Perhaps it was because he needed to find out what she knew about him, how she found it. Perhaps it was because she might know his secret, and that in itself was an odd feeling. No one knew about him, no human anyway, and it gave him a strange sense of detachment from his pack, one that he sort of liked, and feared.
Frankie glanced in their direction, his dark eyes unreadable in the blood red light from the setting sun. Connor nodded in greeting. Frankie returned the nod, then gave his attention back to the dogs.
He whipped the belt at them, catching one of the dogs on its back. It yelped, snarled, and went for the kill.
It was over in a matter of minutes. The two fighting dogs stood panting over the corpse of the
Casey, for whatever reason, had been silent since they ate. He wondered if she had come up with a plan on how to best convince Frankie of her undying love. But it didn’t matter, they were here, and Connor didn’t care. She wasn’t his problem anymore.
He parked the car and trailer in front of the house. A wide porch wrapped around the first floor, tall windows stood open to a warm summer breeze, and a wreath of flowers adorned the front door. It looked like a perfect, peaceful farmhouse, but Connor knew the horror that it contained would be concealed somewhere beyond this picturesque sight.
“Let’s go,” he said, reaching for his seatbelt. Casey jumped as if he was going to beat her. She finally looked scared. “I’m not gonna drag you inside. Frankie’ll be waiting,” he said and climbed out.
He had no doubt that Casey wanted to run, but she wouldn’t get far and running would make her look guilty, so he went around to the trailer and began unhitching it.
Victor came around the side of the house, his hulking frame donning a black, canvas jacket, and thick, leather gloves. Apprehension slid into Connor’s stomach. He watched Casey step out of the car, her legs a bit shaky, her heart racing too fast. She needed to calm down if she was going to put on a good show.
“Frankie’s waiting for you both. Leave the bike here.” Victor turned and headed back the way he came, obviously expecting them to follow.
Casey hesitated, her bright eyes wide. Connor stepped toward her, and she flinched, backing away. He understood why she would be scared right now, but not of him.
“Ladies first,” he said.
Her big eyes turned in his direction and he saw the fear that she was trying so hard to mask. Not fear of Frankie and the death she might meet at the hands of a psychopath, that was there, but she had fight in her for that battle. It was fear of him, of Connor. He could think of only one reason she would be that afraid of him, but how would she have found out?
And then he remembered that thing she’d been playing with in the car. Maybe it wasn’t a video game after all.
With a blink, she hurried ahead of him. They rounded the house, followed a path through high, flowering hedges, through a privacy fence, and into a large, enclosed area that included a long stable and huge barn.
Victor led them into the barn. In the middle there was a low wall, and inside, two dogs were viciously attacking a weaker, slightly smaller dog.
Connor steeled himself, watching as though it interested him. Frankie cracked a belt at the dogs whenever they started to ease up on the third.
He heard Casey’s quick intake of breath, but he was the only to hear it. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the horror in her eyes, the sickness and shock. He moved, stepping in front of her, blocking her from Frankie’s view. Why he did it, he couldn’t say. Perhaps it was because he was feeling the same way, and could hide it, but wanted to rage and rip Frankie apart. Perhaps it was because he needed to find out what she knew about him, how she found it. Perhaps it was because she might know his secret, and that in itself was an odd feeling. No one knew about him, no human anyway, and it gave him a strange sense of detachment from his pack, one that he sort of liked, and feared.
Frankie glanced in their direction, his dark eyes unreadable in the blood red light from the setting sun. Connor nodded in greeting. Frankie returned the nod, then gave his attention back to the dogs.
He whipped the belt at them, catching one of the dogs on its back. It yelped, snarled, and went for the kill.
It was over in a matter of minutes. The two fighting dogs stood panting over the corpse of the
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