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it counteracted mine. Fuck. Now I’m going to have to take away your love the old-fashioned way, aren’t I? Damn you cupids. Why won’t you all just fade to ash like the old relics you are?”
What the hell? No, Aeneas couldn’t hurt Abigail. He struggled harder, his body twisting as much as it could against the other man or whatever the hell he was.
“I’m not going to kill you now. No, I want you to live with the pain of losing your love like I did. I have the one you want. She’s mine for now and you’ll have to search hard to find her. Poor Abigail, she had been so close to leaving and never looking back.”
Aeneas squeezed harder. Black spots formed in front of Tyler’s eyes, and his body went lax.
The last thought that entered his mind as he passed out was of Abigail. Why had he taken so long? He’d save her. He had to.
Chapter 6
Abigail’s eyelashes fluttered as she tried to wake up from her nap. For some odd reason, her body felt sore, as though she hadn’t slept enough. She stretched her arms over her head, expecting to hit the soft pillows on her bed, and blinked. No, not pillows. No, that was cement.
Cold cement that didn’t exist in her own home.
Where was she?
Wait… she hadn’t taken a nap. No, she’d just gotten back to her kitchen, and something had struck her. Then she passed out.
It was all a blur, but clarity was creeping its way back in.
She preferred it as a blur.
Oh, God, this had to be a nightmare. There was no way someone would kidnap her and put her somewhere unknown. No one but the Coopers and a select few even cared about her, so no one would possibly go to these lengths…right?
Oh, God, maybe that’s what the killer – oh please let it not be a killer and just let it be her overactive imagination —needed. A victim with no hope of friends and family finding her before it was too late because they were too busy worrying about their own lives and problems.
Oh, God, she was going to die.
Abby smacked herself on the forehead and tried to control her breathing. Okay, maybe yelling out God’s name in her head and overreacting wasn’t the way for her to be acting at this precise moment. Maybe she’d just passed out and someone had brought her here, wherever here was, to make sure she was better.
Yes, Abby, and that unicorn that just passed by has a rainbow coming out of its butt.
Okay, she could do this. She’d read enough romance novels where the heroine got kidnapped and the hero came in and saved the day. Though she liked the other ones better, the ones where the woman actually did something to get herself out of trouble if there was a way.
Yes, she’d do that.
First step, try not to cry like a baby even though the urge seemed insurmountable at the moment.
She was stronger than this.
Where was that sword-wielding woman in the tight black leather that she secretly wanted to be? Not that she even owned leather, but the thought had merit. She refused to be the fainter who swooned under pressure.
Oh, God, was she getting light-headed?
Okay, second step, get control of herself.
Easier said than done.
Third step, get to know her surroundings so she could get out of there. Or at least try. That’s what the heroine always did, right?
And they said romance novels never taught anyone anything.
She’d prove them wrong.
And get the heck out of there.
It looked as if she were in an old bunker or unfinished room. The cement walls were old, and she could see the wall cracked in some places. The cold that leached into her bones made it feel as though the heat wasn’t on or the building couldn’t retain it. There were cobwebs in every corner and the sound of scurrying as something moved away in the distance.
Yep, she wouldn’t be thinking about that.
Wow, look how calm she was acting.
Yeah, as long as she ignored the sound of her pulse in her ears as her heart seemed to want to do the mambo. Or was it the samba?
There was one small window that she
What the hell? No, Aeneas couldn’t hurt Abigail. He struggled harder, his body twisting as much as it could against the other man or whatever the hell he was.
“I’m not going to kill you now. No, I want you to live with the pain of losing your love like I did. I have the one you want. She’s mine for now and you’ll have to search hard to find her. Poor Abigail, she had been so close to leaving and never looking back.”
Aeneas squeezed harder. Black spots formed in front of Tyler’s eyes, and his body went lax.
The last thought that entered his mind as he passed out was of Abigail. Why had he taken so long? He’d save her. He had to.
Chapter 6
Abigail’s eyelashes fluttered as she tried to wake up from her nap. For some odd reason, her body felt sore, as though she hadn’t slept enough. She stretched her arms over her head, expecting to hit the soft pillows on her bed, and blinked. No, not pillows. No, that was cement.
Cold cement that didn’t exist in her own home.
Where was she?
Wait… she hadn’t taken a nap. No, she’d just gotten back to her kitchen, and something had struck her. Then she passed out.
It was all a blur, but clarity was creeping its way back in.
She preferred it as a blur.
Oh, God, this had to be a nightmare. There was no way someone would kidnap her and put her somewhere unknown. No one but the Coopers and a select few even cared about her, so no one would possibly go to these lengths…right?
Oh, God, maybe that’s what the killer – oh please let it not be a killer and just let it be her overactive imagination —needed. A victim with no hope of friends and family finding her before it was too late because they were too busy worrying about their own lives and problems.
Oh, God, she was going to die.
Abby smacked herself on the forehead and tried to control her breathing. Okay, maybe yelling out God’s name in her head and overreacting wasn’t the way for her to be acting at this precise moment. Maybe she’d just passed out and someone had brought her here, wherever here was, to make sure she was better.
Yes, Abby, and that unicorn that just passed by has a rainbow coming out of its butt.
Okay, she could do this. She’d read enough romance novels where the heroine got kidnapped and the hero came in and saved the day. Though she liked the other ones better, the ones where the woman actually did something to get herself out of trouble if there was a way.
Yes, she’d do that.
First step, try not to cry like a baby even though the urge seemed insurmountable at the moment.
She was stronger than this.
Where was that sword-wielding woman in the tight black leather that she secretly wanted to be? Not that she even owned leather, but the thought had merit. She refused to be the fainter who swooned under pressure.
Oh, God, was she getting light-headed?
Okay, second step, get control of herself.
Easier said than done.
Third step, get to know her surroundings so she could get out of there. Or at least try. That’s what the heroine always did, right?
And they said romance novels never taught anyone anything.
She’d prove them wrong.
And get the heck out of there.
It looked as if she were in an old bunker or unfinished room. The cement walls were old, and she could see the wall cracked in some places. The cold that leached into her bones made it feel as though the heat wasn’t on or the building couldn’t retain it. There were cobwebs in every corner and the sound of scurrying as something moved away in the distance.
Yep, she wouldn’t be thinking about that.
Wow, look how calm she was acting.
Yeah, as long as she ignored the sound of her pulse in her ears as her heart seemed to want to do the mambo. Or was it the samba?
There was one small window that she
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