He moves his gaze to mine when he hears me get near him, and I can already see his bloodshot eyes and his face full of bruises.
“Where is Anmara?”
Of course, that is the first question he asks me. I roll my eyes, getting behind him to release his wrists from the rope he had around them.
“That’s what I wanna find out too, but also what the hell they injected in your veins,” I say, taking the syringe off the ground, breaking the needle, and putting it in my pocket.
Whatever they administered him, I really need to find out what the substance is, but I don’t wanna contaminate myself. Bianca doesn’t even know what kind of adventure awaits her.
“Who the hell knows, brother? I feel my muscles and internal organs burning, and I only wish to beat somebody to get rid of this awful sensation," he says, groaning in pain while he gets up.
The wound from before doesn’t look that good either, but I ignore it. I can only think of the worst that could happen to Anmara, given how Blake is now.
I remember the effects of Marshall’s drug, and I hope it’s not it, because we’ll all suffer. I heard it took around a full day for the effects to appear, so we should have enough time to figure out what it contains.
I already imagine Bianca’s eyes sparkling with enthusiasm when I tell her where the drug that Blake was injected with came from. I only have to track her down somehow.
“Let’s find Anmara. We’ll see what they put in your body later,” I say, going out of the room in search of her.
I hope it won’t be too late.
Chapter 14
Hypnosis and hell
A WEEK BEFORE TAMWINE
ANMARA
My leg jittered nonstop while I was waiting for Lucas in a dark corner of my favourite coffee shop. Since I wasn’t very patient, I was constantly checking the time every minute. The coffee I was drinking didn’t even help me. It agitated me even more because of how stressed I was, especially since that was the third one I had drunk since I arrived, just 30 minutes ago.
Maybe I went a bit too far with those.
After what Lucas and I saw yesterday, we decided to put a plan in place today. My best friend was devastated, and I couldn’t stay and do nothing. I wasn’t working, and I was getting bored as hell trying to elucidate the riddles of the dust that settled on the furniture in search of the necessary inspiration tocontinue my book. What else could be better than a mystery to solve?
Moreover, Marshall has gone on a business trip, and he left me alone for the wedding, so I will do as I please.
I had mixed feelings about Lucas, but he’s the brother of the one who left his bride in the middle of their wedding. So we both had something to win if we worked together, not separately.
I don’t think I’ll have enough courage or resources to find Paul alone, and a helping hand will be just perfect. So, I could only stay in the comfortable armchair in the cafe and wait for a man who was late. He was only three minutes late, but I was too agitated and every minute felt longer than normal.
That and the fact that I arrived earlier than planned because of the stressful, deadly silence from the house that was too big for two people. Now, just for one, and I was painfully bored. Not even the books could help me escape my mind.
I finally saw him after five more minutes. He searched for my gaze and quickly caught it. He came to my table and excused himself for being late. He sat in front of me, and I took a second to analyse him, to study what I had to deal with this time.
The other day, I didn’t manage to get a good look at Lucas. I was too busy dealing with my best friend, who was crying her eyes out after the husband who left her when they were supposed to get married.
The kid transformed into a well-made man, one taller and extremely sexy. His blonde and curly hair was blown in every direction, and he had deep dark circles around his eyes, so he didn’t sleep well either. Above all, he had something that attracted me worse than a book, and that says a lot.
Come on, Anmara! Don’t think about the nasty stuff! You have your wedding next year!
My beautiful and caring interior personality straightened my thoughts. That made me look at the rock on my finger andgive up staring at the man in front of me, who was also looking at me the same way. That was until he got his gaze on my ring. He straightened himself and cleared his throat, even though his eyes told me he wasn’t surprised to see it.
“So, what’s your plan?” he asked, but didn’t manage to say anything else.
A waitress came and asked him if he wanted to order something, while smiling and blushing at him.
Why was I jealous? She behaved like shit with me, with an expression that told me I shouldn’t be here, almost screaming at me when I ordered my last coffee. Okay, maybe it was also because we were classmates in high school and we never got along. But, deep down, I wasn’t jealous because of that.
