Page 122 of Whispers in the Dark
Suddenly, she screams out, his hand dropping his knife to seize her neck in a death grip. And I can’t watch one more fucking second of this.
I step around the tree directly into view of the guards.
“Mauro, wait!” Alex yells for me, but I’m not stopping.
Because nothing and no one could stop me in this moment.
Swiftly, a bullet flies past me, heading directly toward the hangar, and all I can hope is that it pierces Kazimir and not Alina.
Confirmation is heard from the curses Kazimir screams out.
I sneak up behind the closest guard and, not bothering to use a weapon, I coil my fingers around his head and twist until I hear a snap, letting his body drop to the cold ground.
All the wrath within me brews tenfold, and I release an unholy sound into the universe, letting every motherfucker know I am coming for my wife. “Alina!”
Chapter thirty-one
Alina
Acirculating pain drums against the side of my skull like a relentless jackhammer. I groan as I come to, my eyes blinking open and adjusting to the darkness surrounding me, illuminated only by a few distant bulbs dangling nearby.
What happened?
I attempt to lift my hand to my head, but something stops me. I try again and swallow hard before glancing over my shoulder, realizing I’m bound to a chair by thick pieces of rope, digging into my skin. I scream, but the sound is muffled against the duct tape pasted over my lips.
My chest heaves as I breathe too quickly through my nose, my eyes blurring with tears.Where the hell am I?
A gust of wind enters the building through the front, where a large garage door is open. Snowflakes dance across the threshold, approaching my feet. A powerful tremor rakes over my body, leaving me practically numb, as my coat offers little protection against the elements.
The sound of an engine rumbles nearby. But this isn’t a regular engine. Not like one you’d hear from a vehicle.
This is louder.
More powerful.
Fear drips through me as I scan the surrounding area, my eyes stopping on dried blood on the floor near me as bile invades my stomach.
Suddenly, it all comes rushing back to me.
The vile images of the memory care facility flash across my mind like a movie I can’t stop.Blood.So much blood.Andrea.Agony spreads through my chest. Bodies lying lifeless.My father… My heart stops beating as anxiety wraps its claws around my neck.Where is he?My eyes dart to every corner of the room, but there’s nothing here.
I need to get out of here.
I begin to scoot my chair forward a few times, but suddenly a large hand lands on my shoulder, halting me. Coldness creeps over me, goose bumps spreading around the back of my neck as he leans closer, his warm breath blowing over my skin.
“Hello, sister.” He steps around me until he’s standing before me, peering down at me with evil in his eyes. “We meet again.”
Kazimir.
I swallow hard, not looking away as he pulls a knife out of his pocket and plays with it. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to wake up.” He tilts his head from side to side. “Would she wake up before or after her flight?” He grins.
Flight?
As if on cue, a plane crawls ahead of the opening, stopping directly in front of the entrance. The door on the side opens, and a few people appear, helping to stage a set of stairs.
“Right on schedule,” Kazimir notes. He looks over his shoulder, and his grin grows. “I was just letting our guest know that we will be leaving soon.”
With a demeanor too calm for the man I know him to be, Mikhail walks down the stairs and approaches, staring down at me with so much disdain. “It’s unfortunate it had to come to this.” He tilts his head to the side. “But you can blame your dearest husband for this predicament.”
