Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Being quiet really isn't my strong suit. I should have learned better by now, but old habits, I suppose.
“Name,” he commands.
“How do you not know my name?” I wish he wouldn’t insult my intelligence. The Marinos are the ones that took me. I know without a doubt he didn’t come here blind. He knows as many details as his family could access.
This whole thing is absolutely ridiculous. One second I was trying to help Kinsley, then running for my life, and next I’m grabbed with a needle being stuck into me. Then I awoke, and I was here. I’m really not in the mood for Eros’s crap. It's already been a long day.
“Name,” he repeats.
“Is Kinsley okay?” Not that I care. She abandoned me.
“The girl is fine. Now. name.”
“Blair,” I give. This whole thing is exhausting, and I’m annoyed.
“You’re a real one.” I suck in a breath loud enough for him to hear, really giving myself away. I don’t respond. I’m not that girl anymore. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. “You want out of here?”
“No, I was planning a vacation here.” I bite the inside of my cheek. So not the time. I know of Eros. The rumors around him are far scarier than those of his brothers.
He takes a step closer; the man's face is unreadable. It’s all hard lines with a strong jaw. When did jaws become attractive? Why am I imagining how it would feel against my lips? I think I’m losing it. Whatever I was given to knock me out is clearly still partly in control of my thoughts. Maybe there was some X or something in there heightening my senses.
"I don't understand why I'm here. I didn't do anything."
"You had nothing to do with being kidnapped with Kinsley?"
"Looky there, a full sentence." Oh my God! "Sorry, it's the drugs."
"Drugs?" Now he clears all the space between us. He grips the top of my head, like all over it, tilting my head back. How big are his freaking hands? My head isn't giant, but holy shit. Suddenly, a light is shone in my eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"What drugs are you on?"
"I don't know, and get that out of my eyes!" His hold on my head releases, and he takes half a step back, flicking the flashlight he pulled out of thin air back off. "You all are the ones that stuck me with the drugs. You should ask your family what cocktail they gave me.”
"Oh, the sedative." Oh, the sedative, because yeah, that's normal. "Are you having side effects from it?" Does he actually care, or is this some sort of trick?
"Yeah, the side effect is waking up tied to a chair." Eros moves, pulling a knife out, making my stomach drop as he falls out of my line of sight. "What, what are you doing?" I stutter over my words. I hate how scared I sound.
"Fixing your side effects," he says as the bindings fall away that have kept me in the chair.
"Thanks," I say, even though I shouldn't. I don’t move.
Where the hell would I go? I do, however, take the chance to get a better look at the room I’m in. When I woke, it was to pure blackness. The thought alone makes me shiver.
“Are you cold?” I shake my head no. “What happened to your knees?” I flinch when he touches my thigh right above one. I’d fallen when one of the kidnappers took us. He pushed me; hence, I pushed him back. I was clever enough to push him back while we were on the stairs. "Does it hurt?"
"Does it matter? Aren't you about to hurt me?" I flick a glance over to a long table against the wall. It's littered with all kinds of contraptions. Ones I know are not used for good either.
"Answer the question."
I puff an annoyed breath. "One of the men who took us pushed me."
"His name."
"Jim McIntyre."
"He's dead."
"I know. I was the one who pushed him down the stairs." Eros's eyes widen a fraction before he quickly goes back to the emotionless expression. It was so quick I'm not sure it actually happened.
"Good girl." He holds his hand out. Did he really call me a good girl? And why does it make my insides melt a little?
Side effect of the drugs. Yep, that's what it is. "Take my hand," he orders. I lick my dry lips.
"If I don't?"
"Then I'll carry you out. It will be difficult. It's a ladder, but I'll manage." That doesn’t sound too appealing, so I decide my best bet is to follow his order. Getting out of this place is priority number one. I’m not going to ask a million questions about why he is allowing me to leave. I don’t want to chance him changing his mind.