Xanthe
What do you mean?
She starts taking selfies of herself, and I wait for her to send them.
Only I don’t get any.
Who is she sending those to?
Ghost
I’m coming over now.
Xanthe
It’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.I’m going to bed.
I get dressed in record time and speed to her house.Knocking on the door, I frown when she opens it, wearing normal flannel pajamas.“I thought I told you not to come?”
My eyes narrow as I step inside and look at the couch.I wonder if I’m going crazy until she bursts out laughing.It’s only then that I put it all together… I’ve been played.
“Who told you?”I ask, gritting my teeth.
“It doesn’t matter.I can’t believe you had cameras in here this whole time and didn’t tell me!”she growls, but I can tell she’s not really mad.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“You saw me touching myself on the couch!”she whisper-yells.
I grin at the memory.“That was hot as hell.I almost broke your door down.I wanted you so badly, Xanthe.”
“You’re a control freak,” she mutters, wrapping her arms around my waist.“But I was missing you.”
“Sunshine, stop playing and go put that outfit back on right fucking now.”
XANTHE
After my last student leaves for the day, I stop at the bookstore before heading home.A favorite author of mine has a new release out, and I want it in paperback.When I walk back to my car, a man is standing against it.A tall, very muscular man.He looks to be about fifty, maybe a bit older, and call it intuition, but I know straightaway that he’s not a good man.
“I’m sorry, can I help you?”I ask, frowning.
“Yeah, actually you can.”He smirks.
I’m about to pull my phone out and call Ghost when another man comes up behind me, and a cloth is shoved in front of my nose and mouth.
And then it all goes black.
I wake up looking into gray eyes.
But they aren’t Ghost’s.
These gray eyes are similar, but they are on a hard, weathered face filled with hatred.“Xanthe, welcome back.”
“Who are you?”I ask, my voice cracking, but I think I already know.
“I now go by Henry,” he says, pulling a chair up next to the bed I’m lying on, and sitting.I try to move, but my right wrist is handcuffed to the bed.Henry smirks.“Wouldn’t want you going anywhere now, would we?”
“What do you want with me?”I ask him, trying to calm down my racing heart.
