Page 38 of Going Down Hard
She sucked in a breath and choked on the dust in the air.
Hagar.
Her gaze zipped around, searching for any sign of the man who’d followed her for weeks. The man she was one hundred percent certain was the reason she was here.
The creak of metal and the scrape of wood had her focusing on the doors meters away. With dread, Sophie watched, air stuck in her lungs, blocked by her heart pounding triple time in her throat.
He came through the small gap he’d made, the welcoming smile and tray of food doing nothing to extinguish her fear. “Oh good, you’re awake. I was starting to worry I’d given you too much Rohypnol.”
“Bloody hell.” He’d drugged her. No wonder she couldn’t remember what the hell happened. A shudder of revulsion ripped through her. What had he done to her while she was under the influence of the date-rape drug?
“I brought you some food. I wanted to make your favorite but the kitchen in the old house doesn’t work so I’m using a camp stove which isn’t the best,” he babbled as he drew closer. “I wish I could offer you a shower to go with the clean clothes I bought for you but there’s no running water here either. I promise to stop at a hotel as soon as we can so you can freshen up.”
Sophie wasn’t sure how to take this guy. He seemed harmless until she looked at those weird eyes. She’d never seen a color like them before and wondered if they were real or contacts. The crazy lurking in them was definitely real though.
“Here.” He put the tray down in front of her. “Eat up and I’ll get our things together so we can leave.”
“Leave?”
He smiled, the turn of his lips creepy when you added in his ice blue eyes. “Yes. We need to get going or we’ll miss our plane home.”
“Home?”
“Of course. You didn’t think we would stay here did you?” He glanced around the barn. “I’m no opposed to living in the country but I’ve got us a nice beach house on the coast of northern Queensland. Eat up. We’ve got a long trip ahead.”
She didn’t want to go anywhere with him. He’d drugged her, taken her, dumped her in this abandoned barn and acted as though he cared? Her head might still be spinning from the drugs but she wasn’t stupid enough to go with him. She just had to find the right moment to get away.
“Eat, eat,” he said from the barn door. “I’ll be back soon.”
Eyeing the sandwich and glass of water he’d put in front of her Sophie contemplated the odds he’d drugged them. She was little dehydrated but didn’t want to risk ingesting more of the sedative he’d used and she didn’t feel hungry so pushed the tray away and waited for her kidnapper to return.
