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Authors: Jennifer Michiels
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his own pain peeking through his skillful mask.
"Are you ok?" he asked quietly.
She laughed. "Define ok."
He let his hand fall back to his lap and nodded. That was a good enough response. She'd been through so much in just a short period of time. She went from being alone, to being stalked, finally having someone, and now was back to alone again.
Rayne shifted her position in the backseat of the SUV so that she was angled toward him.
"So what does this mean for me now?" Her face was blank, void of emotion. "Do you just send me back home and wait for something to happen to me? What?"
She was angry. At who or what, she wasn't quite sure yet. Her life was upside down, and on top of that, she was stuck in some little Podunk in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana. Anger was her go-to emotion. She used it to hide her disappointment or sadness. It fueled her courage, and at the same time, her fear.
Camden stared. "Well, one thing is for sure. I can't let you go back home. Not yet, anyway." He leaned forward and whispered something to the driver, who nodded in return. "I need to be here, to keep things straight and get to the bottom of all this, but I can't protect you if you aren't with me. So until this is all over, either myself or one of my team," he gestured to the driver, "will be with you at all times."
Rayne shook her head. "And what if you don't figure this out?" Her anger had grown. She didn't need a babysitter.
His expression matched her own, emotionless and almost cold. “Then I guess you're stuck with me."
She couldn't stop her sarcasm. "Yay. Lucky me." She turned away from him to stare unfocused out the window.
When it rains, it pours.
Chapter 6
He sat in the large wingback chair, fingers steeped on his pale lips as he stared unblinking at the crackling fire just before him. The flames licked, casting a dancing shadow across his face and about the darkened room. He was the epitome of menacing. So much so, that even the midday sun did not dare peek through the curtains and into the room.
A few paces behind him stood a tall, muscular man, his shoulders broad and his chest protruding. He kept his large hands clasped behind his back and his shaved head down.
The long silence drew out. The room was elaborate. There were high ceilings, and masterful works of art and sculptures adorned the walls, but very little furnishings, save for the two chairs and a large wooden desk, all facing the fireplace.
There was a deep inhale and a slight shifting of movement that was nearly deafening in the quietness of the chamber.
"I can only imagine your frustration, sir. No one knew Martin Slade would go to such lengths to stay away from us," said the broad-shouldered man. "But there is one positive outcome to this situation."
"Oh really?" came a deep voice from the chair. "Please Matius, enlighten me."
Matius straightened and held his head up, maybe even in honor. "We now know where the girl is."
The pale-faced man was out of the chair and just inches from Matius so quickly that even his superior eyesight hadn't caught it. His pointy nose nearly touched him, and his lean body was pressed against his huge chest, putrid breath bombarding his skin.
"And what good does that do me?" he asked, anger emanating from every pore as spit flew from his mouth to land on Matius’ face. "Until yesterday, the girl didn't even know her grandfather was alive. What could she possibly know that would benefit us?"
Matius fought the urge to step away from his rancidness. He'd been a lackey quite a few times in his existence and understood how things worked. You didn't ask questions, make excuses, or interrupt. You nodded, took what you were given, and moved on. "I just assumed that after nearly twenty years of not finding what we are looking for, that it would be a positive."
The pale man's breathing was labored, and he stared at him with a malice like no other. It took a moment, but a wicked grin creased his thin lips. "Trying to
"Are you ok?" he asked quietly.
She laughed. "Define ok."
He let his hand fall back to his lap and nodded. That was a good enough response. She'd been through so much in just a short period of time. She went from being alone, to being stalked, finally having someone, and now was back to alone again.
Rayne shifted her position in the backseat of the SUV so that she was angled toward him.
"So what does this mean for me now?" Her face was blank, void of emotion. "Do you just send me back home and wait for something to happen to me? What?"
She was angry. At who or what, she wasn't quite sure yet. Her life was upside down, and on top of that, she was stuck in some little Podunk in the middle of nowhere, Louisiana. Anger was her go-to emotion. She used it to hide her disappointment or sadness. It fueled her courage, and at the same time, her fear.
Camden stared. "Well, one thing is for sure. I can't let you go back home. Not yet, anyway." He leaned forward and whispered something to the driver, who nodded in return. "I need to be here, to keep things straight and get to the bottom of all this, but I can't protect you if you aren't with me. So until this is all over, either myself or one of my team," he gestured to the driver, "will be with you at all times."
Rayne shook her head. "And what if you don't figure this out?" Her anger had grown. She didn't need a babysitter.
His expression matched her own, emotionless and almost cold. “Then I guess you're stuck with me."
She couldn't stop her sarcasm. "Yay. Lucky me." She turned away from him to stare unfocused out the window.
When it rains, it pours.
Chapter 6
He sat in the large wingback chair, fingers steeped on his pale lips as he stared unblinking at the crackling fire just before him. The flames licked, casting a dancing shadow across his face and about the darkened room. He was the epitome of menacing. So much so, that even the midday sun did not dare peek through the curtains and into the room.
A few paces behind him stood a tall, muscular man, his shoulders broad and his chest protruding. He kept his large hands clasped behind his back and his shaved head down.
The long silence drew out. The room was elaborate. There were high ceilings, and masterful works of art and sculptures adorned the walls, but very little furnishings, save for the two chairs and a large wooden desk, all facing the fireplace.
There was a deep inhale and a slight shifting of movement that was nearly deafening in the quietness of the chamber.
"I can only imagine your frustration, sir. No one knew Martin Slade would go to such lengths to stay away from us," said the broad-shouldered man. "But there is one positive outcome to this situation."
"Oh really?" came a deep voice from the chair. "Please Matius, enlighten me."
Matius straightened and held his head up, maybe even in honor. "We now know where the girl is."
The pale-faced man was out of the chair and just inches from Matius so quickly that even his superior eyesight hadn't caught it. His pointy nose nearly touched him, and his lean body was pressed against his huge chest, putrid breath bombarding his skin.
"And what good does that do me?" he asked, anger emanating from every pore as spit flew from his mouth to land on Matius’ face. "Until yesterday, the girl didn't even know her grandfather was alive. What could she possibly know that would benefit us?"
Matius fought the urge to step away from his rancidness. He'd been a lackey quite a few times in his existence and understood how things worked. You didn't ask questions, make excuses, or interrupt. You nodded, took what you were given, and moved on. "I just assumed that after nearly twenty years of not finding what we are looking for, that it would be a positive."
The pale man's breathing was labored, and he stared at him with a malice like no other. It took a moment, but a wicked grin creased his thin lips. "Trying to
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