“She could still be injured. I have to go to her.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“She’s with that monster!”
“She’s safer with him.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because Pierce isn’t the one she needs to be afraid of.”
“He’s the one who started this nightmare! He’s the one who had her thrown in prison on bogus murder charges.”
Greyson rose and returned to the small bar off to the side of the conservatory.
The beating rain on the glass panels high above us was the only thing to break the silence. He poured himself another drink.He turned, took a sip, then set the glass down, keeping his dark eyes on me.
Finally he spoke. “Pierce was doing what was necessary to draw his brother out. He had to disrupt his plans.”
I stood and confronted him. “What are you talking about?”
Greyson nodded. “He had to appear to be angry and to seek revenge against Madison. He had to play his part.”
I shook my head then turned away from him, searching through the thick foliage for the door while tossing over my shoulder, “You’re fucking crazy. I’m leaving.”
Greyson caught my wrist and turned me around to face him, pulling my body flush with his.
My hands rested on his chest. The beat of his heart was strong and rapid beneath my palms. “You’re not going anywhere. After that stunt you pulled with Madison’s attorney in the middle of the courthouse, you’ll be on his radar now. It’s no longer safe for you either.”
My lip lifted in a sneer. “I can handle Pierce Worthington.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. “It’s not Pierce you need to be worried about. It’s his brother.”
I stared at him. “You’re not making sense! Jameson is dead.”
Greyson slowly shook his head. “No, my little bird. He’s not, yet.”
CHAPTER 19
MADISON
Hot pain raced up my arm to stab my shoulder.
The violent swing of the car door wrenched my body to the side as it opened.
The edge of the asphalt road and scraggly, overgrown grass raced by in a blur of muted colors, inches from my face.
Pierce’s alarmed cry reached me as if through a long tunnel.
The car swerved sharply to the right.
Centrifugal force swung the car door back toward me, almost closing it, but it was too little too late.
The back tires skidded on the wet road from the sudden maneuver, causing the whole car to fishtail.
As the car slid to the left, the door was flung open wide again.
With my stiff fingers still gripping the handle, it threw me from the passenger seat just as the car pitched right again. My bare legs scraped against the wet grass as I was dragged for several feet before letting go. My body rolled down the small embankment. Sharp twigs and jagged rocks dug into my skin, tearing my clothes until I came to a stop in the rain-soaked ditch.
