His steps reluctant, as though he were fighting a battle not to leave the room—not to leave Ramie—he walked haltingly into the hallway. Once he cleared the doorway, his steps became jerky, the distance from Ramie tugging him lesser and lesser until finally he moved with ease.
He descended the stairs, pausing at the bottom as he glanced furtively right and then left.
Quiet blanketed the house. It was eerily silent as he headed toward the audio/visual outpost next to the safe room where surveillance cameras monitored the grounds.
He punched in the security code to gain access through the sliding wood panel built into the wall. As soon as he was in he went straight to the bank of monitors on the far left side of the room.
His gaze flickered up and down and then settled on the monitor he was looking for.
An unwilling smile that felt all too wrong slashed his lips upward, making it more of a grimace than anything else.
Gotcha?. . .??
The word whispered through his mind followed by distant laughter and triumph.
His gut tightened and a sense of foreboding gripped his insides. The muscles in his neck twitched spasmodically. His eyelids drooped and then began to tic.
Wrong. All wrong. And yet he was powerless to do anything but obey the overwhelming compulsion that gripped him. His mind was not his own.
He was engaged in a battle of wills. One his own, buried beneath this?. . .??creature he didn’t recognize and hadn’t known existed, the other wrapping icy cold fingers around his heart. Sweat formed on his brow, his pulse thudding hard and fast in his neck. The silent tug-of-war over his level of consciousness raged, hard and strong.
He was being pulled in opposing directions. His heart raced, his breaths rapid-fire as sweat gleamed on his skin, visible in the low light of the monitors.
Pain seared through his chest as he finally turned his back to the damage he’d done. He left the security room as quietly as he’d entered.
Moments later he carefully undressed and arranged the clothing just as it were before. Then he slid back into bed with Ramie, carefully arranging the sheet and comforter over both their bodies.
A sense of dismay warred with the part of his subconscious that urged him to relish victory and fall into sleep.
His jaw tight to the point of pain, his pulse twitching in his neck and temples, his eyelids fluttered and then finally closed. Laughter once again sounded in the distance but then grew fainter and fainter before finally subsiding as Caleb drifted into a troubled sleep.
TWENTY-SIX
CALEB looked as though he hadn’t slept at all the night before. He’d been quiet and withdrawn ever since he and Ramie had gotten up. For that matter no one was setting the world on fire. Tension boiled in the kitchen, the silence yawning like a chasm.
This whole situation was wearing on them all. Dane and Eliza looked drained. Tori was pale and listless and she sat in a silent stupor at the breakfast table. Quinn and Beau sat on either side of her, eating quietly, their attention focused on no one in particular.
Ramie sighed and pushed her food around her plate with her fork, stabbing at a clump of eggs. Her stomach revolted at the idea of putting anything down and so she toyed idly with her utensil while she waited for the awkward silence to end.
Her fork clattered loudly on the plate when Dane’s phone rang. Her gaze swung upward, a knot quickly forming in her throat. Just because his phone rang didn’t mean the worst had happened. He got calls at all times of the day. As Caleb’s head of security, it was his job to ensure everything ran smoothly. He and only he reported to Caleb while the rest reported to him.
Dane tensed when he checked the incoming call. He tried to school his features, but Ramie saw his jaw go rigid and the sudden burst of frustration was nearly a tangible thing in the room, flowing between them like an electrical current.
Shaking, she pushed herself off the bar stool and instinctively moved closer to Caleb, seeking the shelter of his much larger frame. A betraying tremor quaked through her body and she reached blindly for his hand, preparing herself for the worst.
“It’s him,” she said in a small voice, turning her chin upward so she looked Caleb in the eye. Her mind screamed at him to tell her she was wrong, but she knew the truth for what it was. Could see it reflected in Caleb’s gaze as well.
Nausea coiled low in her belly, gliding sickly through her veins. Her mouth watered and she swallowed convulsively. The nightmare was about to begin all over again.
“He has another victim already, doesn’t he?”
Caleb secured his arm tightly around Ramie while his other hand was laced with hers as they waited for the revelation Dane would deliver. Ramie’s entire body shook and jittered. Color had fled her cheeks, leaving them pale and washed out, her eyes enormous against the delicate bone structure of her face.