At least not until we had to.
I turned back to the car. Connor sent one last glance at the trees before following me.
“What did you see anyway?” Connor asked as I started Gwyneth.
We eased forward.
“I’m not sure. It barely looked human.”
At least not a living one.
“Can you describe it?”
I nodded, filling him in on the details as we reached a roundabout and took the first exit. We drove over a bridge to the opposite side of the river before threading our way through the secluded neighborhoods there.
“Do you recognize the creature?” I asked as my headlights swept over a driveway that my phone indicated was our destination.
I turned onto it. Gravel crunched as we climbed a slight incline toward a house that was set pretty far back on the property. Invisible from the road due to the large number of trees, it offered the privacy that I’d been looking for.
I could see why Thomas had chosen it. It was a beautiful piece of land. Not flat farm like so many others in the area. It was several acres of forested lot with a ravine running through the back and front.
I hadn’t even seen the house yet.
It was going to be perfect, though. I already knew it. Thomas wouldn’t stand for anything less. How else was he going to manipulate me into accepting a gift I didn’t want?
Connor shook his head. “Without seeing it for myself, I don’t have enough information. There are too many possibilities.”
“One last thing,” I said as Nathan’s SUV and the house came into view. “I heard a voice in my head right before I slammed on the breaks. It was the same one I heard in the diner last night.”
Connor’s features tightened as he turned to stare at me.
I nodded. “My reaction too.”
And why I was so freaked out right now.
First—it broke through my mental barriers like they were a piece of paper. Now, it was tailing us. What was next? An attack?
“Did you tell Thomas about what happened?” Connor asked.
I shook my head. “There wasn’t a chance.”
Truthfully, I’d forgotten all about it two seconds after our arrival. Dominick and the situation with Deborah hadn’t helped.
“Liam knows, though. Nathan told him.”
“If Liam knows, Thomas does too,” Connor said, the note of relief in his voice showing how freaked out he was by all this.
“You don’t think Nathan or Anton could be responsible for our shadow, do you?” I mused staring out my window at Nathan as he sauntered toward us.
I was grasping at straws, but it was a possibility. A slim one, granted.
Connor frowned. “I find it highly unlikely.”
“But not impossible.”
“It’s Nathan,” he said by way of explanation.
A tap on my window ended the conversation. “Are you two going to get out or just sit there?”
