This is a bad idea. This is such a bad fucking idea.
I keep driving.
Blair glances down the long expanse of her parents’ driveway, and when her eyes catch sight of my Suburban pulling in, I can feel her blood pump harder. Feel her pulse start to pick up with excitement.
Turn around. Turn the fuck around and leave.
She waves her hand toward me, and I keep driving, not coming to a stop until I’m about twenty feet away from her.
You are so fucking fucked right now. So fucking fucked!
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I step out of the driver’s seat. And the instant our eyes meet, I feel like my heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest.
Her breath hitches, and her brows lift in immediate recognition. “Do I know you?”
“Not exactly.”But I certainly know you. Because you’re mine.
She digs her teeth into her bottom lip. “Wait… I think you were at… I think I saw you the other night. At an event.”
I shake my head. “Probably not.”
Her eyes search mine intently. “No, I’m pretty sure you were there.” And she continues to study me openly—her gaze taking in my blond hair and green eyes. “I’m almost positive you were there. Though, you never came over to talk to me.”
So, she noticed me too?
Get it together, you fucking idiot. Now isn’t the time for lovey-dovey bullshit when there’s a car full of gofers on their way.
“Maybe you’re confusing me with someone else.”
“Oh, okay…” She pauses and glances down at her suitcase. “But you’re the one picking me up?”
The lie is right there. I mean, I could just tell heryes, I’m picking you up. Hop in!and rescue her from this fucked-up situation she doesn’t even realize is happening.
But lying to her feels akin to burning myself alive. It’s stupid. And I wish I weren’t ruled by a reckless captain right now, but I am. Every bit of the bond is in control.
“You can’t go.”
Her head jerks back. “What?”
“It’s not what you think it is.”
“Excuse me?” she questions and takes a pointed step away from me.
All the while, I can feel the SUV and the men who are prepared to take her getting closer.
“Blair, don’t go with them.”
“H-how do you know my name?” Her breath picks up speed. “What are you doing here? Who are you?”
Fuck.I can smell her fear of me. Feel the terror in her fucking veins. And the irony is that I’m not the one she should be scared of.
“You need to leave,” she says. “Right now.”
“You’re in danger.”
“Danger?” She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “From whom?”
“You need to go back inside the house. Don’t go with them.”
