“Follow me,” he grunted, and I sighed in response.Following him down the hallway, I noted the paintings on the wooden walls.Old, rustic paintings of nature scenes in ornate frames.I’d never been to the mountains, at least not that I could remember.But looking at the paintings made me yearn for the chance to see them.
When I found my body, I’d wake up.I’d have the chance to do life all over again, and I swore to myself I was not going to waste a minute of it.
“Here you go,” he said, motioning to the door.He regaled me with a look that only aggravated me, because I knew with that one look he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Thanks,” I said, shoulder checking him as I entered the tiny room.It looked outdated as hell, with blue tile walls and matching sink and toilet.
Like something out of a Netflix show set in the 80’s.
I did my business, which didn’t take much time since all I’d had in the past twenty-four hours was some coffee and a stale muffin.My body ached from the celestia jag lag on top of being kidnapped, and the visions were not helping matters.I gripped the sides of the sink, turning on the faucet and attempting to splash some water on my face.
I barely recognized myself in the mirror.
The face looking back at me wasn’t one I remembered.Dark hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, my skin unblemished.Even my clothes didn’t feel like me.
“Why can’t you remember?”I whispered, feeling the beginnings of tears in my eyes.My reflection only stared back at me, voiceless.
Lost.
“Why can you fucking remember?”I gripped the sink as a fresh sob tore trough me.
If only I knew what had rendered me lost, what had happened to me that ejected my soul from my body in the first place...perhaps...perhaps I wouldn’t be in this mess.
But I knew there was no going back in time, there were no do overs.I simply had one chance to make it right—all of it—or I’d be lost forever.
“Did you fall in?”Randy bit, knocking on the door.
I splashed some water on my face, relishing in the chill.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just...give me a minute, would you?”
I straightened my jacket, ran my fingers through my hair, before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Randy stood there still, his hair falling in his eyes as he stared at me.I wanted to be pissed, to tell him off, and shove him away, but something about the way he looked at me...
It felt familiar.
Like I was an angel, sent to save him.
Before I could say another word, my stomach grumbled rather loudly.
“You must be starving,” he said with a sigh.
“Well, being kidnapped tends to take a toll on people,” I nipped.
I expected him to come back with some sarcastic comment, or tell me I was being dramatic, and gaslight me from here to Timbuktu.
But instead his gaze softened and he nodded down the hall.
“Come on, let’s get you something to eat then.”
I didn’t trust this alpha wolf asshole as far as I could throw him, but fighting and arguing with him wasn’t going to help my case.I needed him gone with the pack, so I could execute my escape plan.It would be far easier to slip away when Sarah and I were alone.
So instead of protesting, I shut my mouth and nodded in response.
When we came to the kitchen, I saw Sarah was in the middle of ladling up a bowl, the table set for two.
“You’re awake,” she said softly, her gaze settling on me.
