“The courier may have information vital to the investigation,” he continued. “If she’s injured or sick, we may never know the cause of the explosion.”
“That, um, that wouldn’t be good. Sir.”
If she weren’t supposed to be unconscious, Dizzie would have laughed at the panic in the guard’s voice.
Tense silence filled the air. Dizzie held her breath.
Finally, the guard choked out, “I’m sure it will be fine if you take her to the infirmary. Wouldn’t want anything to happen.”
Probably his first command decision. Would he end up in one of these cells for making it?
“Glad we understand each other.” That powerful rumble of Killian’s voice again. “Which way to the clinic?”
Based on the guard’s stuttered directions, they were a few floors below the infirmary level. Was Killian really taking her there?
Killian’s weight shifted again and then he was moving. No one else tried to stop them.
Eyes still closed, Dizzie considered what she’d just witnessed—a rare opportunity to observe investor power in action. Impressive.
She’d never understood the people who said power was an aphrodisiac. In her experience, power turned people into assholes. Still, it had been compelling to listen to Killian throwing his power around. For her.
Killian turned left outside the cell, then right, following the guard’s directions. The next turns veered from the precise instructions. She was pretty sure Killian was taking random lefts and rights.
She tensed, sure that he wasn’t taking her to the clinic. Should she speak up? Leap from his arms?
“I know you’re awake.” His voice rumbled beneath her cheek.
“Okay.” Dizzie didn’t open her eyes. Once she did, the reality of the evening would intrude. Until she did, she remained in the space between knowing and not knowing. Safe and unsafe.
“Why are you doing this?” She waited for him to stop, to set her down and demand she walk, but still he carried her. It should bother her, but it didn’t.
There was no answer for a long second, his breathing and the echo of his footsteps the only sounds around them. “I don’t know.”
Her eyes flew open and tilted her head to look up at him. She hadn’t expected such honesty. “Was it the phone call?”
He shrugged. Muscles rippled across his chest. Where their bodies touched, it felt…intimate. “The phone call warned me that they were coming for you.”
“What?!”Oh shit. What did that mean?She struggled in his grasp, until he finally stopped. “Put me down!”
His grip loosened and she slid down his front. The hard strength of his body revved up the part of her that remembered how long it had been since she’d been this close to a guy.
The rest of her, the completely panicked, who’s-coming-for-me part, was too busy deciding which way to run.
Once she found her footing, Dizzie stepped back and looked around to get her bearings. They’d stopped in an empty corridor. Multi-colored stripes decorated the walls.
Planting herself in front of one of the walls, she dredged up long-ago memories. It had been a long time since she and the other corporate-raised orphans had played down here.
“Where are we?” Killian asked.
“You don’t know?”
He shook his head.
“This was your big plan? Wander aimlessly around the bowels of Tremaine headquarters?”Save me from clueless rich people.
“My plan was to get you out of that room. So you’re welcome.” Killian shoved his hands into his pockets and glared at her.
For some reason she found that hilarious. Dizzie struggled not to laugh. She didn’t think he’d appreciate that. Or he’d think she was hysterical.
