Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
She was taking a lot of chances today. Including the one where her fucker of a kidnapper had other things to do with his time.
She was being held in the part of the structure that looked like a rundown castle. She’d had a glimpse of the lower floors and realized they resembled the compound in Nepal. A door had come open, and she’d caught sight of stark white walls with strong lab vibes. The man was into white and seemed to want a world that looked sanitized. Which was odd for a man who also loved chaos.
She’d been here for hours. Which when one was facing torment and torture was a plus, but she hadn’t seen Lou. She needed to put eyes on her. She needed to know that this hadn’t been for nothing.
Her heart felt twisted at the thought of Lou fighting so hard he killed her. Please let her be fine. Let her be alive. Lou was smart. She would know how to slow down the process. She would play things right and wait to be rescued. Lou would know they would never leave her behind.
She took a deep breath and prayed.
Let Tristan have found her trail. He would give it some time before announcing what they’d done. They’d agreed they wanted to be sure she was at the final destination before racing to a spot where she might only be held for a brief time.
But it was over. She didn’t have access to her breadcrumbs anymore. She was on her own if they moved her again.
Where was Ben now? She knew he’d been taken to France. Had her team gotten him out yet? They should have reached the chateau and extracted him…maybe yesterday. Had Ben figured out Kala was playing a role? Or did he hate her for tricking him again?
She felt heavy. Weighed down. She wondered if she always would now that it was over between them. A door had closed, and it wouldn’t open again.
Would he miss her if she died? It was a pitiful thing to think, but she was here, waiting, and her brain was going to a hundred different places, none of them good. She thought about dying and how it would be okay because she didn’t have much of a future. Would he love her if she died and it was suddenly simple? A martyr was always easier to love than a living, breathing, fallible person.
The camera placed in the corner of the room reminded her to keep her expression as closed and cold as possible. Kenzie Taggart might long to weep and mourn her lost love, but Kala was just pissed.
The waiting was probably part of the torture.
The one thing she was trying not to think about was pain.
If Huisman wanted to continue his experiments on her sister, she would know what made her twin—her tough-as-nails twin—scream and cry and wish for death. What had damaged her heart.
It felt oddly right to potentially go out this way, taking pain that was meant for her twin sister. They’d shared everything else. Clothes and secrets. A face and a life. For so long they’d shared their scars.
Kenzie’s breath caught as the cell door opened and that fucker strode in like this was an ordinary meeting.
He actually smiled at her.
Asshole.
“I want to see Lou.” She didn’t move from her seat. She kept up the casual anger that often seemed to be her sister’s trademark.
“Such a rude girl. Well, I couldn’t hope that you would come for me.” Huisman was dressed in a suit and flanked by two burly guards loaded with weapons.
Weapons she could get off them if she had a chance. She saw the scene play out in her head. Attack the first guard, take the semiautomatic off his right hip while she kicked out and caught the second guard in the solar plexus, pushing back against the wall. She would shoot Huisman first and then take the guards out if she had to. The door was on a key card system with no biometrics, but that didn’t mean the rest of the building didn’t have them. She would have to keep his body close in case she needed a fingerprint or retinal scan. She was absolutely certain this was when her twin would gleefully take the body parts she would need and leave the rest behind, but one thing she did not share with her sister was a love of blood. Nope. She preferred cleanliness, thank you very much.
The problem was she hadn’t seen Lou yet. Kenzie wasn’t even sure she was here. If Lou wasn’t here… Well, if she wasn’t here, then it was all for nothing.
“I want to see Lou.”
Huisman’s eyes narrowed on her. “I’d like to talk first. Did your sister find Benjamin?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care.” She frowned. “And I suspect you already know. You’re a pervert who likes to watch.” She gestured to the camera. “I doubt you didn’t have them on your boyfriend.”