Her eyes pop open as I lean against the door frame with a smirk on my face.
I watch as her eyes move between the three of us, widening more as she takes us in one at a time.
“What the hell?” She says, as her eyes bounce between Carter and Knox.
“What did you drug me with? My vision is blurry.”
Carter ruins my plans of scaring her as he speaks up.
“It was a tranquilizer dart, Little Heathen. Your vision is fine. There are three of us. We’re identical triplets.”
She glances at Carter with a pleading gaze.
“Please let me go.”
My initial thought is that he won’t be able to refuse those big blue eyes that were made for begging, but I was wrong. Carter sits on the bed beside her while Knox stands on the other side, watching her like he’s trying to memorize every fucking feature on her face.
“I’m sorry, Little Heathen, I can’t do that. This is for your protection as much as it is for mine.”
She tilts her head with a glare, as she bites, “You tied me to a fucking bed for my protection? I’ll call bullshit on that. Did you rape me while I was passed out? You probably did, you filthy fucking bastard.”
Carter turns to Knox with a grin.
“I told you she’s fucking perfect.”
Again, she yanks on the handcuffs, attempting to get free, but fails miserably.
“I’ve killed grown men. Let me go before you’re next.”
She really is an angry little thing. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as she glares at all three of us. She’s wearing black pants and a matching sleeveless t-shirt that saysHeathenacross it. I wonder if that’s where Carter got the nickname for her or if it was because she was killing men with crosses. Surely, that must be rather symbolic.
Godless heathen or not, I’m going to watch this beautiful Killer. If she damages Carter further, I will slice her from her pretty head down to her dainty little feet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE HEATHEN
The hot guy from the woods hovers over me, while his carbon copy stands on the other side of the bed, and a much angrier version of them leans against the doorway, glaring at me. Identical triplets? Holy shit.
“Let me go,” I say, while trying to stop the tears in my eyes from falling. I blow my sweaty hair out of my face, as he stares at me with a wild glow in his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Little Heathen. Now, stop wailing like a banshee.”
I can’t stop, and I won’t. I keep trying to move, and break the cuffs free from the bed, knowing I’ll probably never succeed. Still, I have to try… for them. The children.
“Trouble. I told you she was nothing but trouble,” the one by the door says, with a glare I don’t quite understand.
The one I saw in the woods says, “What’s your name?”
Glaring at him, I say, “You first. I’d like to know my kidnappers' names.”
His lips lift into a smirk before turning into an actual smile. I’m pretty pissed off, so I won’t admit how attractive it is.
“I’m Carter. This is Knox,” he says, gesturing beside him. “And behind us is our brother, Killian. Now, it’s your turn.”
“Heather,” I say, before blowing my hair out of my face. Not having the use of my hands is really beginning to piss me off.
“Fuck, Little Heathen. You’re so beautiful. Even when you’re coated with blood,” he groans, as he stuffs his hands in his pockets uncomfortably.
