Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Headaches were something she was used to. Another gift from dear old Fergus.
The fucking bastard.
Glancing around, confusion filled her. Where was she? Why was she here?
This wasn’t her house. It wasn’t her bedroom at Zander’s compound. Her heart raced.
Oh God.
What happened? She’d been waiting for a bus to go to her interview and then that weird man had told her not to go.
Had he kidnapped her? Why would he do that? Had he followed her home?
Or was it someone else?
Her memory stirred. Someone had been in her house. They must have been waiting there. But what about the alarm, the cameras? How had they gotten into her house?
Zander and his team had put in so much security that it shouldn’t have been possible.
It had to be someone who knew what they were doing.
Which meant this wasn’t some ordinary kidnapping.
Ordinary kidnapping? Was she listening to herself? Nothing about being kidnapped was ever ordinary.
What was wrong with her? Was this what her life had come to? Where she classified being kidnapped as ordinary or not ordinary?
Okay.
She needed to think. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, but Keira and Zander were bound to notice she was missing soon, right? And then they’d come find her.
Simple.
Will they bother, though?
Shut up.
Of course they would. They were family. They said they loved her. They would come for her.
But that stupid inner voice just kept pounding on at her until she decided she needed a distraction.
Something to keep her occupied.
Like trying to escape?
Right. That was a good plan. Getting off the bed, she held her head as it spun. Must have been the drugs they’d given her.
Why the heck would someone kidnap her? It made no sense. She was no one now.
She searched around the room. There were no windows and two doors. One led to a small bathroom that again, had no window. And the other was locked and solid. She tried budging it, shaking it, she even attempted to kick it.
Which did not end well.
“Ow. Ow. Ow.” She hopped around on her good foot as she attempted to grab hold of what had to now be a broken toe.
Awesome.
Way to go. That is going to make getting out of here so much easier.
You have to start thinking first.
Living with Keira had made her soft. She’d stopped seeing doom and gloom at every corner.
Keira said she was now more optimistic. As though that was a good thing.
It wasn’t.
Her life was shit. And a few good years didn’t change that. Finally, she sat back on the bed and rubbed her toe.
Maybe she should yell for help. But that would probably just add to the ache in her head.
So what are you going to do? Just give up?
Why should she keep trying when life just beat her down?
Laying back on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling.
Why keep surviving just to be put through this?
Then she turned her head to stare at the pillows and an item came into focus.
Something that shouldn’t be there.
Why was it here?
Don’t reach for it.
You’re giving up, remember?
But could she give up when he was here? What did it mean that he was here? Was it a good omen or a bad one?
Did it mean that someone from her past had kidnapped her?
That couldn’t possibly be a good thing, right?
But why would he be here?
“Wally,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. She wanted to touch him. But what if someone was watching her? What if they saw how much he meant to her?
Then again, they obviously had some clue if he was here.
And they were likely too busy laughing over her pathetic attempt at a getaway.
Oh, screw it! She didn’t care what they figured out about her. No doubt she was going to die, anyway.
She might as well do it while hugging her whale.
But as she pulled him toward her, she saw it wasn’t just Wally sitting there.
Angie sucked in a breath. “Wallina?”
Okay. This had already been weird. Now, it was super weird. Who had taken her?
Wait. Zander wouldn’t do this in order to get her to come back to the compound, would he?
Surely not.
Hmm. Actually . . .
“Zander, if you’ve kidnapped me to prove a point, I’m going to kill you.”
Nothing.
Great. Not Zander then? He’d probably already be lecturing her if he was the one who had done this.
Crawling up the bed and ignoring her poor throbbing toe, she grabbed both toys and then climbed under the covers.
If anyone was watching her, she didn’t want them to see her hugging her toys. Or sucking on the tips of her fingers. She had no idea why she did that rather than sucking on her thumb.
It was just something that brought her comfort. She kind of liked the sucking sound that it made when she comforted herself with her fingers.
Also, she’d found that hiding from your problems was really good therapy.