Steps echo behind me as Killian enters the kitchen, except it isn’t his voice that answers, “I would love some.”
The bottle dings against the side as I startle and spin around, finding Adrien standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” I cry, moving behind the table so it’s between us. His head cocks to the side as his eyes drag down me.
“I told you; you owe me.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” My cell is on the side behind me but I’m too afraid to take my eyes off him.
“Where’s your bodyguard?” He asks casually, stepping further into the room.
“He’s my boyfriend,” I snap, “And he’s going to be home any minute.”
A cruel smile pulls up his mouth, “I think that’s a lie. I think you’re all alone here and will be for quite some time.”
I shake my head, “You don’t have to do this, Adrien.”
“But I do, Savannah,” He sighs, “I get what I want, when I want it. And I want you.”
His feet tap on the tiles of the floor as he starts rounding the table, pushing me further away from my cell.
“My guy is outside,” He says, “You run, he’ll catch you and if your friend turns up, well, he’ll deal with him too.”
If I weren’t so afraid, I’d laugh. They have no idea what they’re dealing with, with Killian. But he isn’t here, and I don’t know when he’ll be back.
“Please,” I beg, “Don’t.”
“You’ll like it,” He gives me what I assume is supposed to be a comforting smile but all it does is churn sickness in my stomach. He keeps moving me around the table until I’m at the door. I could risk running outside but I believe him when he says he has his own guy out there waiting, which leaves the house to hidein. I need to get to the bathroom where I can lock myself inside and just hope that I am faster than he is.
“We can forget this happened,” I try one last time, watching him intently, ready to sprint if he makes any sudden moves.
“Now why would I do that, Savannah?” He asks genuinely, “When I came all this way to get what you owe me.”
I don’t waste another second.
I bolt out the door and toward the stairs, my heart beating so hard inside my chest I can’t hear anything else. I’m almost at the top, five steps away from safety when a hand wraps around my ankle and I fall forward, the ground rushing up to meet me.
No. No this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.
I scream, but no one is here to hear me.
Chapter Twenty-six
Sebastian nurses his beer across from me, his all-seeing eyes watching me like he’ll see all my secrets written across my face.
“I don’t know man,” He grumbles, “You’ve been quiet and distant, I want to know why.”
“I’m fine, Bast,” I assure him, “I’m the least of your concerns anyway.”
“Just because I have a wife, and a kid now doesn’t mean I suddenly don’t give a shit about you guys.” He huffs, “And I’m not the only one who has voiced their concern. You weren’t there last night for poker.”
Truth be told, I’d completely forgotten about the game and was far too busy balls deep in my bestfriend’s little sister.
“Just tired, man,” I lie, “I don’t sleep.”
“Don’t lie to me,” He snaps.
“Listen,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, “I’m fine. Great even. I’ll be at the next poker night and you all can stop watching me like I’m about to do something stupid.”
