Page 82 of Forged in the Fire
Night seepedinto the blue and pink sky, deepening it in ashen hues.
But I guess the silence had seeped even deeper as we traveled farther into the property toward Silas’s house.
Winding through the thicket of trees set in a dusky haze.
I sat in the front passenger seat of a pickup truck, my bags stowed in the back.
I hadn’t been able to process what was happening in the time that Silas had stuffed all my belongings into my bags and had me packed.
While I’d stood there dazed.
Trying to make sense of what had happened today.
What should have been an easy trip into town to buy hair supplies and snacks had turned terrifying.
I could admit that.
When Silas had drawn that gun and told me to stay behind him, I’d been petrified.
Then I was pissed. Just freaking pissed that I was in this position. That I’d lost all control. That I was just supposed to concede to every command that Silas Mercer made since no one had done me the courtesy of telling me anything.
Then Silas had pretty much let on too much, and I’d been stunned silent while he’d flown like a maniac through my things.
Of course, the jerk had paused an extra beat while he’d tossed in my panties.
I hadn’t even been able to hurl any snark at him for doing it because I’d been too caught up trying to wrap my head around what he’d implied.
Elena had been kidnapped by whoever these guys were who were apparently after me?
And…and Dereck was involved?
A toil of sickness toppled over my guts.
I attempted to blink through the nausea. To stub the visions down because I couldn’t accept it.
My brother wouldn’t do something so atrocious.
Would he?
Silas glanced over at me as he maneuvered the wheel from the driver’s seat.
I really hated to look at him after what he said.
“Need you not to fight me on this. Because in my home? That’s where I protect the people I care about most.”
I knew rationally that statement didn’t apply to me.
It couldn’t.
He didn’t even know me, and I didn’t know him, and the few things I did, I sure as hell didn’t like.
Well, except I kind of wasn’t hating the sensation that licked up my arm and crawled to my cheeks when he stared across at me.
It felt fluttery and warm and nice.
God knew it shouldn’t.
Not when that dastardly gaze was fully intrusive and breaching all boundaries of human decency and respect for privacy.
