“It’s better than nothing.” I walked out of the big house and headed straight for the cabin.
I’m not wrong.
Please don’t let me be wrong.
Chapter 13
Archer
Nothing can take me away.
No, nothing could take me away from Eve. But I hadn't counted on someone stealing Eve away from me.
Fuck.
My footsteps quickened as I jogged toward the cabin in a crouch. Lights blared from every window, the curtains I’d left open giving me a view of a body moving within.
Please let her have gone there to prepare for me.
I still didn’t walk up to the front door and knock.
Honey, I’m home. How are you doing? Being tortured and kidnapped like last year?
That’s how tonight plated out. I knew I wasn’t wrong.
I circled the cabin, keeping my steps light and quiet. The snow didn’t help but the slush did and so I kept to the shitty parts that let me creep up on the space where I knew my girl was.
“Here, and here, and here. That’s right, isn’t it, sweetie?” A male voice filtered through the night. Muted, but loud enough in the silence.
Cooing, like a lover.
He’s fucking cooing at her.
“And here….no, you stay still now. No…shhh.Shhh, I said.Fuck.” Something crashed over, the sound giving me an opportunity to risk the creaky steps to the short veranda.
I glanced through the window as I passed, but the dark head that obscured my view of whoever else was in the cabin gave me plenty of information.
Tall, dark, heavy set.
We had one ranch hand that fit that description. I didn’t need to see his face to know who I was dealing with.
Odin.
The ranch hand who gave Will so much grief. I almost wished it was Joe Brunel. That would have been a whole lot more satisfying.
A whimper froze me where I stood before the door.
“I said hush, sweetie. That’s it. We aren’t anywhere near done. You hush and we keep going.”
I breathed in and turned the handle on the old door. One way, and it creaked like fuck. The other way… Not so much.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey.
I just had to pick the correct direction.
Right, and the handle started to stick.Left it is.
I twisted and let the door crack the finest amount, shouldering the weapon. My boot kicked the door inward as I cocked Eve’s gun, sighting it.
