tell it was another man, and the muffled sounds of their laughter set her blood to boi l ing, but she hadn’t the strength to do much more than listen and consider what her actions would be if she could just lift an arm to bang on the door or move her mouth to scream.
At least then someone would know she was there. As it was, she had become some psychopath’s dirty little secret.
What had he done to her?
The nearest she could figure was that Erias had erected some sort of invisible electric fence like the one her mother had installed in the yard for her little Yorkshire. She had always thought it humorous whenever the ten-pound pup would race toward the sidewalk and then yelp as a small electrical jolt made him think twice.
Yeah, well, whatever system he had wired that door with packed one hell of a wallop. Her head was still thro b bing from her impact with the wall, and her fingers were a mass of pinpricks like when she slept on her arm wrong.
Still, she would rather be locked safely in a bat h room where she could plot her escape than bound and gagged and at the mercy of a lunatic.
Her stomach grumbled, echoing through the small space. God, she was so hungry. Her head swam in a wave of lightheadedness. She really needed to eat, but she’d be damned if she asked her captor to feed her. She’d just have to tough it out. People could live for twelve days without food she’d heard once. Or was that water? Whate v er, she’d survive. Hopefully.
Blinking against the dark grey blotches invading her vision , she fought to remain conscious. She had to figure a way out of here.
And she would.
If it was the last thing she did, she was going to come out of this alive. To sleep was to die, and she would not die. Cheyenne Oppenello was a fighter to the very end.
Just before she lost consciousness, the most del i cious aroma she had smelled since before arriving in Ic e land, assaulted her senses. Whimpering against the gru m bling pain caused by her empty stomach, she closed her eyes and slipped off into darkness.
“Any more bright ideas, E?” Behr leaned back in his chair and gave him a derisive smirk before taking a n other sip of his beer.
“Yeah, just one, but it involves taking a chunk out of your hide, so I’m thinking you won’t like it much.”
Taking the final bite of his burger, Erias had to wrestle the urge not to look at the bathroom door. With every minute that more silenced passed, and she didn’t come out; he grew tenser. The last thing he would do is admit to Behr or anyone else, including himself, how much the female had wormed her way into his heart.
He couldn’t even figure why. She was irritating, stubborn and she obviously didn’t feel too fondly for him either, but it wasn’t hard to miss that she held some sort of attraction for him. A gift from Persephone herself, no woman could resist the allure of his potent masculinity.
He found her fairly attractive as well, and that’s what he told himself was the reason for his preoccupation with her. Since his wife had passed, he wasn’t interested in any woman beyond a quick roll in the sack, and that’s how he intended to keep it until the day he could be with her again.
Wishing one of his god s given powers had been x-ray vision, Erias glanced at the door willing the female to emerge , then quickly back to his plate before Behr noticed.
“Maybe we should turn a fan on or something,” Behr suggested, reaching across the table to snatch a fry from the plate of food that was quickly growing cold.
Erias shot his hand out and slapped him away. “That food isn’t meant for you, dog . If you’re still hungry go scrounge something up, but don’t touch anything that belongs to the female again unless you want to lose that paw.”
Behr growled low in his throat at the derogatory name. No one called him a dog and lived to tell about it. If he and E weren’t so tight, he might have to kill the man.
“I’m going to let that one
At least then someone would know she was there. As it was, she had become some psychopath’s dirty little secret.
What had he done to her?
The nearest she could figure was that Erias had erected some sort of invisible electric fence like the one her mother had installed in the yard for her little Yorkshire. She had always thought it humorous whenever the ten-pound pup would race toward the sidewalk and then yelp as a small electrical jolt made him think twice.
Yeah, well, whatever system he had wired that door with packed one hell of a wallop. Her head was still thro b bing from her impact with the wall, and her fingers were a mass of pinpricks like when she slept on her arm wrong.
Still, she would rather be locked safely in a bat h room where she could plot her escape than bound and gagged and at the mercy of a lunatic.
Her stomach grumbled, echoing through the small space. God, she was so hungry. Her head swam in a wave of lightheadedness. She really needed to eat, but she’d be damned if she asked her captor to feed her. She’d just have to tough it out. People could live for twelve days without food she’d heard once. Or was that water? Whate v er, she’d survive. Hopefully.
Blinking against the dark grey blotches invading her vision , she fought to remain conscious. She had to figure a way out of here.
And she would.
If it was the last thing she did, she was going to come out of this alive. To sleep was to die, and she would not die. Cheyenne Oppenello was a fighter to the very end.
Just before she lost consciousness, the most del i cious aroma she had smelled since before arriving in Ic e land, assaulted her senses. Whimpering against the gru m bling pain caused by her empty stomach, she closed her eyes and slipped off into darkness.
“Any more bright ideas, E?” Behr leaned back in his chair and gave him a derisive smirk before taking a n other sip of his beer.
“Yeah, just one, but it involves taking a chunk out of your hide, so I’m thinking you won’t like it much.”
Taking the final bite of his burger, Erias had to wrestle the urge not to look at the bathroom door. With every minute that more silenced passed, and she didn’t come out; he grew tenser. The last thing he would do is admit to Behr or anyone else, including himself, how much the female had wormed her way into his heart.
He couldn’t even figure why. She was irritating, stubborn and she obviously didn’t feel too fondly for him either, but it wasn’t hard to miss that she held some sort of attraction for him. A gift from Persephone herself, no woman could resist the allure of his potent masculinity.
He found her fairly attractive as well, and that’s what he told himself was the reason for his preoccupation with her. Since his wife had passed, he wasn’t interested in any woman beyond a quick roll in the sack, and that’s how he intended to keep it until the day he could be with her again.
Wishing one of his god s given powers had been x-ray vision, Erias glanced at the door willing the female to emerge , then quickly back to his plate before Behr noticed.
“Maybe we should turn a fan on or something,” Behr suggested, reaching across the table to snatch a fry from the plate of food that was quickly growing cold.
Erias shot his hand out and slapped him away. “That food isn’t meant for you, dog . If you’re still hungry go scrounge something up, but don’t touch anything that belongs to the female again unless you want to lose that paw.”
Behr growled low in his throat at the derogatory name. No one called him a dog and lived to tell about it. If he and E weren’t so tight, he might have to kill the man.
“I’m going to let that one
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