Dying To Be Heard (Book 1): Outcry

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blood rushing in her ears.
    The men barely had made it past them by just a few feet, her eyes following their every move, when she was caught off guard by his tongue on her lips. Taken aback, a moan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes and parted enough to let him sweep inside. His musky scent mixed with the fervent onslaught of his tongue and ever-present tingle everywhere their bodies touched was enough to drive her insane.
    He pushed her harder into the wall, his hands coming up to fist in the long auburn hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head backwards. His tongue dove in and out of her mouth, swirling around her own in a passionate tango. The rough stubble of his jaw scraped against her chin, leaving a delicious burn in its wake.
    He abruptly pulled away, looking down at her in what she only could assume was a hunger that closely matched her own. His hands still were entangled in her hair and his breathing was labored, but he gave her a cocky, one-sided smirk. If she wasn't mistaken, she might have thought he enjoyed it. She had, and entirely too much!
    Mentally slapping herself for getting too carried away, she wiped her mouth and gestured in the direction of the two men. "They're gone."
    He nodded and grabbed her hand once again to lead her out of the airport. The silence was a little awkward after what had just transpired between them, but she was beginning to understand the severity of the situation and knew that it didn’t matter. Her meltdown could wait until later.
    Parked directly in front of the main entrance to the airport was a black SUV. Camden continued in complete silence as he made a beeline for the back door and opened it to help her inside. He climbed in after her and only nodded to the guy in the driver’s seat. He was dark-skinned with a buzz cut, those same dark shades, and another leather jacket.
    What is it with these people? Are they all part of some exclusive club where they all dress the same?
    They pulled away from the small airport, and once he felt they were far enough, Camden finally relaxed enough to stop nervously searching behind them.
    Rayne managed to calm herself as well. The adrenaline from such immediate danger and the excitement from their heated moment had begun to wear off. "So, does someone want to tell me what is going on?" She looked back and forth between the two, waiting for an answer.
    "Hello?" she said a little louder than she'd intended. Her sanity was little more than questionable before the airport incident, and it was pretty much nonexistent at this point. She thought the least she deserved was an explanation, and she didn’t care how she got it.
    Camden reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through a few menus, looking at a few things, before closing the device and replacing it in his jacket. He rubbed his hands over his face as if he could wipe it all away. There was no easy way to do it.
    "They found him," he said quietly, and turned to look at her with sadness and sympathy. "Your grandfather is dead."
    Her stomach sank and her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure how she should feel at that moment. There were so many overwhelming emotions, and she didn't know how to handle them all. She was angry and scared, a little hurt, and even anxious. There was an odd sense of despair, but she couldn’t pinpoint its origin.
    A single tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. Rayne wondered what part of her emotional storm had caused it. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, the only thing she had to look forward to was ripped right out from under her. After all the years of thinking him dead, she’d been excited about finally seeing him again.
    She felt his hand gently touch her shoulder. Normally, she was the type who didn't like to be touched when she was hurting, emotional or otherwise, but something about his subtle touch made her welcome it.
    Slowly, she turned to look at him. She could see

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