I manage to snarl, flicking my eyes between them as I free my anger. “You fucking drugged me, you motherfucker—”
“Ah, ah, ah,” The one leaning against the vanity tsks. “The first thing we’ll have to do is silence that foul mouth of yours.” My breath is ripped from my lungs. “You’ll only be allowed to speak like that when we allow you to.”
My eyes turn into slits. “Excuse me?”
“Rule number one.” The one in the chair cuts in, and I whip my head toward him. “Ensuretheyare happy at all times.”
“Rule number two,” the other continues, snagging my attention again. “Convince them everything is normal. Their minds are fragile.”
“And rule number three.” The one with longer hair in the accent chair snags my focus. These two are giving me whiplash with their back-and-forth. “Trying to escape and acting out will not be tolerated, and you will be punished.”
I shoot daggers at both of them, wishing my glare alone could slice through their perfectly toned bodies and bleed them out on the floor so I could run. But then I remember their rules.
Fuck their rules.
Counting, I hold up my pointer finger. “So, you stalk me.” They study my hand as I extend a second. “Drug me.” I throw upa third. “And abduct me, and you expect me not to freak the fuck out?”
“Language, Taryn,” the short-haired one scolds, and the hairs on my arm stand on end, hearing my name. “Unless you want to be punished now.” He shrugs. “Which Cameron and I are not against. We could also call Colt up here, but he might be extra pissed off that you took him away from work.”
The one lounging in the chair—Cameron—places his elbows on his knees and leans forward. “Brennan and I are quite looking forward to it, so if you want to continue,” he motions toward me, “by all means.”
I intertwine my arms over my chest and don’t let my concentration stray from him. “Both of you should go to hell.”
I don’t want to take my eyes off either of them since I have no idea why I’m here or what they are capable of. But keeping an eye on them simultaneously is impossible since they are on opposite sides of the room.
I am at a disadvantage. A tremble racks through my body at the thought.
The fire in Cameron’s eyes raises my temperature as we hold each other’s attention. A muscle in his jaw pops. “Do you use that mouth with your students?”
I shift uncomfortably. How does he know I teach?
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip smoothly, and I latch on to the motion. He has a nice mouth, I’ll give him that.
He has a niceeverything. And, of course, that perfection had to be duplicated because God couldn’t just make one of him. And then I remember he said another name.
Colt.
Shit. Are there three of them?
I grip the bedsheets. The layer of moisture collecting on my hands from the nerves is too much to ignore. “I haven’t even been in town for a week. How do you know I’m a teacher?”
The twins share a look, something flashing behind their eyes that I can’t read. The corners of their lips lift.
I interrupt their private and wordless conversation. “People will come looking for me— They’ll wonder where I am.”
Brennan rolls his eyes. “You didn’t think we’d bring you here without doing our research, did you?” He swipes a hand over his cropped hair and drags his palm down the back of his neck.
“We couldn’t bring justanyonehere, Taryn,” Cameron states.
My chest rises and falls, and I pick at the hem on the duvet to busy my fingers, tingling with fear.
Brennan continues, “Whoever we chose needed to have unique circumstances. Someone who could disappear without raising many questions because there’s nobody to notice they’re gone.”
Both of their voices echo in my head. Their words are on a constant loop that’s inescapable in my current exhausted and post-drugged state.
Out of the corner of my vision, Cameron rises to his feet, moving toward me as slowly as a predator on the verge of sinking its claws into its prey to render it helpless.
“We’ve waited a long time to find someone whose circumstances and qualifications blend as perfectly as yours,” he mentions softly. Almost lovingly, but I know better.
