“Sounds good.” I drew in a breath. “Look, Tal—”
“It’s all right. I understand.”
His dark eyes were genuine. He did understand. My brother was an amazing person, and he would never have come so far without— Melanie.
I should’ve picked up her call.
How could I have thought it possible, mere minutes ago, to let her go? I couldn’t allow her to disappear from my life. I needed her. Perhaps she needed me a little too.
Talon jiggled the keys at me. “You want to drive for a while?”
“No,” I said. “I have a call to make.”
Chapter Thirty–Two
Melanie
A black mask. Black everything. When the lights in the bedroom hit my eyes, I squinted.
“Get up, bitch,” the masked man said.
I trembled, my panic consuming me. Nine-one-one hadn’t responded. Jonah hadn’t responded. I was utterly alone. Alone and vulnerable, with nothing but a damp towel separating my naked body from the mercy of this man. This had to be a nightmare—a nightmare of jagged glass and broken promises. Exactly what I deserved.
“Who are you?”
“Just somebody who wants to see you punished.”
My cold blood turned to ice. “Punished for what?” But I already knew what I deserved to be punished for.
“Did you not hear me the first time? I said, ‘get up, bitch.’”
I timidly rose to my feet, holding the brown suede pump behind me. The man was tall and large, dressed from head to toe in all black.
“Y-You’ve got the wrong person.”
“No, I don’t. What are you hiding behind your back?”
Without thinking, I lunged toward him with the shoe, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“Feisty, huh?” He took the shoe and then ripped the towel from me. “I wish I had time to give you a taste of my big cock.”
I shrank back into the closet, nausea rising in my throat, but he pulled me forward, right into his body, my naked skin pressed against the black fabric of his clothing.
“Unfortunately, I’m on a tight schedule.”
I silently thanked whatever deity was watching over me for this perpetrator’s tight schedule. Surely, I would be raped, beaten, or worse, killed, before this was over, but the short respite seemed like a gift from above.
“Turn around,” he said.
I didn’t, and his fist came into my cheek with a dull thud. Pain surged through my cheek and jaw, and I screamed.
No one had ever hit me before.
I stood, trembling.
“I said, ‘turn around,’ bitch.” He pulled at a length of rope tied to his belt loop.
Rope like I’d seen the “mayor” purchasing at the hardware store in Snow Creek earlier today.
“You want to taste my fist again?” He leered at me.
I turned around slowly, still trembling.
He pulled my hands behind me and tied them together with the rope. I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut. Maybe I was finally getting what I deserved. Whoever this was had probably been sent by Gina Cates’s parents. They wanted to see me suffer. They wanted me to pay for what had happened to their daughter and now for what her mother was going through.
In that moment, I made a rash decision—a decision so foreign to me that I became numb to my attacker’s touch. I would succumb to whatever punishment the universe had in store for me. It was no less than the punishment Gina had endured. In fact, it wouldn’t be nearly as harsh. Maybe I deserved to die, as she had died.
This was my penance for not being able to help Gina. For letting her flounder. For letting her die.
When he was done tying my hands, he pulled me toward him, my back to his chest.
“Do what you want to me,” I said. “I no longer care.”
Something bit my neck, and I jerked around. His ice-blue eyes stared at me.
Ice-blue eyes.
And then they faded…blurry…wavy…
Until the curtain fell.
My mouth was dry. The walls were fuzzy, but appeared to be painted blue—a very light blue. I was on a bed, and my wrists were no longer bound. I was dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, gray, too large. I brought my wrists to my eyes. They were red and chafed from the rope.
Was I in a hotel room?
The man in black sat at a desk, writing something. I closed my eyes. Perhaps it was best to feign sleep. I kept my eyes slitted open enough to see what was going on through my eyelashes.
The man finished what he was writing, stood, and left the room.
I stayed still. What if someone else was here? I had no idea where I was. I didn’t even know if this was a hotel room. It could be a room in someone’s house for all I knew.
I had no watch, and I didn’t have my phone. No clock sat on the nightstand. Was it still dark outside? I looked around the room.
No windows. The light-blue walls were eerily bare. I was in a room specifically designed to keep me in.
I shuddered.
Talon had been kept in a room like this, only he hadn’t had the luxury of a bed to sleep on, and his walls were dark concrete, not light blue. Walls that caved in on him…