Chapter Two
Deception
I was lying to her.
This poor girl was clearly Brianna’s sister, and I couldn’t tell her the truth. There was no way I could reunite them.
It wasn’t safe.
“Emily,” I said, coming to a standstill despite the insistent tugging on my arm. “Where are you dragging me?”
Her brows dropped, unbelievably, lower. After a long, uncomfortably silent wait in the shed, she’d decided the policemen were no longer a threat and gone ahead with her mission, pulling me up from the floor to follow her through the maze of containers and outbuildings surrounding the warehouse. Her mood had decidedly not improved after my capture.
“I have to get my bag,” she explained, “and I can’t very well trust you not to run off, now can I?”
There was no accounting for the way her anger consistently caused the corner of my mouth to twitch, but I bit down against it. Her tone made everything she hadn’t said perfectly clear. I was a psychopathic kidnapper. No two ways about it.
She pulled forward again, and then, two steps later, came to an abrupt halt. I started to question the pause when she spun on me, her chest heaving long, angry breaths.
When she at last spoke, she punctuated each word. “How. Did. You. Know. My. Name?”
My lips pursed. I knew better than to answer.
I hadn’t actually known the name was hers. It had only been whispered in sleep, loosed in restless sobbing. I had assumed the name belonged to the girl’s mother. But I’d not known she had a twin. I hadn’t understood.
She stared fire at me.
“Your sister,” I finally answered. “Brianna.”
Her face twisted at the words, and I felt a sudden stab of guilt. I was protecting her, I reminded myself. Protecting us all. This was the only way.
And then she hauled off and punched me.
It might not have hurt if I wasn’t sporting a broken shoulder. I automatically gripped my arm at the elbow to support the injury, and cursed. For one brief instant, I considered leaving her. Touching her face, dropping her into a coma, and walking away.
But I couldn’t. Morgan would find her. Use her.
We stared at each other for a long moment, both of us knowing there was no other way.
And then she grabbed my arm again, yanking even harder as she tugged me behind her.
We passed the side entrance I’d used when spying on Morgan. Before I got caught, I thought bitterly, and it steeled my resolve. I had to help this girl. If for no other reason, Morgan could use her against Brianna.
Emily let go of my arm as we came to a pair of trash dumpsters, and slipped into the narrow space between the two. The smell was rancid, as if somehow this empty warehouse churned out fish guts instead of lawn furniture. And then I remembered even the furniture hadn’t been produced here in years. The metal scraps that littered the yard were aged, rusting.
So Morgan’s goons were using these buildings for something. Something that reeked of death. My eyes narrowed on the dumpster’s lid.
“Are you having an episode or something?” Emily snapped as she reappeared inches from me. “Is this part of your ‘condition’?”
I didn’t open the lid, which was probably a good thing, since this angry young woman would no doubt think I was responsible for whatever lay inside.
“You have your bag,” I said levelly. “What now?”
She shrugged the duffle bag further up her shoulder. Concentrated for a moment. Screwed up her mouth. “I don’t suppose you have a car or something nearby?”
“No, I don’t suppose I do.”
Her shoulder rose and fell in a sigh. “Well, then I guess we walk back.”
She turned to go and I reached up to stop her. The instant my hand touched her left shoulder, the bag dropped from her right and she spun to strike me.
“Whoa,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Easy.”
Her jaw tightened. “Don’t touch me.”
I resisted the urge to bring up the dozen or so times she’d had a hold of me since we’d met. “Fine,” I answered. I waited a moment for her to calm. “What do you mean ‘back?’”
Her face relaxed to confusion. “Back to the house where I found you.” She pointed absently toward the east. “My car is parked in an alley two blocks down.”
I automatically stepped forward to grasp her arms, to shake her, and had to restrain myself. “No. You can’t go back there. You can never go back there.”
She opened her mouth, the words ‘my car’ silently forming through her shock at my vehemence.
“Forget the car. It’s lost to you.” I shook my head, furious. “Morgan’s probably already found it. His minions have probably sniffed out every clue in it. The registration, it’ll have your address, your name. They’ll know. They’ve got us now.”
“Seriously,” Emily said, “do we need to get your medication or something?”
I threw my hands up, and then stopped short when the pain cut through my shoulder anew. “Aaaaahhhh!”
Emily leaned back, suddenly leery instead of determined.
“I am not mentally ill,” I said in as calm and even a tone as I could manage. “That… man you saw earlier, the one who chained me by the ankles”—I waited until her expression indicated she was remembering the image—“he is the insane one.”
I was quiet while she let it sink in. Slowly, she began to nod. “Yes, that makes sense.”
I let out a long breath, grateful I was finally getting through.
“So, you’re both insane,” she decided. “Did you meet in the nuthouse or is there like a club or something?”
An exasperated growl escaped me. “I’m not insane!”
A petite hand came to rest on her hip as she leaned forward again. “Oh, really? Then, why, pray tell, did you kidnap my sister?”
My palm slapped against my face and I took two long breaths before opening my eyes to peer through the fingers at her.
She waited.
I dropped my hand in defeat. “Circumstance, Emily. Circumstance.”
“I don’t think I believe you,” she said, only a hint of a tremor in her voice. “I can’t think of any circumstance that would call for you stealing Brianna.”
“And I can’t think of any circumstance that would call for a girl with a screwdriver to drop me from a chain to break my shoulder against a concrete floor and drag me along as if I’m some kind of hostage. But here we are.” I glanced up and down the space between the buildings. “Now let’s get moving before someone finds us.”
She didn’t speak for a blissful five minutes or so, merely walking behind me. I wasn’t certain whether she’d been thinking and finally come to a decision or had just realized she’d begun to follow instead of lead when her diligent stride turned into a kind of hopping jog to overtake mine.
“Hey!” she spat when she appeared beside me. She reached out to grab my arm again, but stopped just short, narrowed her eyes, and then drew her hand to her side where it fisted against her leg. I pulled back a smile. So that was it, then. She wasn’t about to let me call her on anything. Not this psycho. “Where, exactly, are we going?” she asked.
I sighed. “To find your sister.”
I could see the argument forming, wanting to tear out of her, but she didn’t seem entirely sure what to do.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She swallowed. Glanced forward, then back at me. When she spoke, it was almost a whisper. “Where is she?”
I turned my eyes ahead, toward the gates that led from the factory grounds. “Safe. That’s all that matters for now.”
It wasn’t answer enough, but Emily was clearly too tired for quarreling. There was a darkness under her eyes and I wondered if she’d slept at all since I’d taken Brianna. And then I corrected myself, because I’d not taken Brianna. I’d saved her.
We reached the chain link fence enclosing the property and I pulled a loose section up at the base fo
r Emily to crawl through. She eyed me suspiciously, but went under. Climbing through myself proved to be a challenge with an injured shoulder, yet I received no help from her. Or pity.
I made it, though the fence dropped with a metallic clang behind me, snapping down on my ankle. I gritted my teeth against the pain in my shoulder and yanked my foot free, but not before ripping the hem of my jeans. I looked at Emily, arms crossed as she glared down at me, and tried once more to reach her, to sway her to help me up.
“Are you coming, or what?” she snapped.
With a resigned sigh, and one good arm, I pushed to my feet.
“You sigh a lot,” she said.
“I never used to,” I muttered as I brushed asphalt off my pant leg. My shoulder hurt and the whole situation was making my nerves raw. My gaze met hers. “You narrow your eyes a lot.”
She scowled. “Well, I only narrow my eyes at people who’ve kidnapped my sister.”
I returned the frown. “And I only sigh when people wrongly accuse me of kidnapping their sister.” I glanced down the street. “Let’s go. I don’t like the looks of that car.”
As I stepped into the street, Emily peered at the sedan several blocks down. “Hey, um”—she hesitated when she realized she didn’t know my name, and then shook her head, deciding it didn’t matter—“I think I know that car.”
I was running for her before I heard the engine accelerate. She’d no sooner realized it was speeding toward us than my good arm was around her waist, dragging her back from the street. But it didn’t matter, it was all asphalt here. There was nothing to shield us. I ran against the fence, Emily in tow, knowing there was nowhere for us to hide, realizing I’d have to make a choice.
The property beside us was theirs. Nothing but the warehouse they’d apparently been using and could be in now. The opposite side of the road held brick-walled industrial units, abandoned and closed off. It was too far to the populated areas. Too far for any kind of shelter. If I was alone, I’d make it. But I wasn’t. There was Emily. It would have to be her or me, and I wasn’t even sure she could do it; I was practically dragging her as it was.
And then she was running with me, suddenly aware of the danger. I knew why. Sparks flew as the car swerved onto the sidewalk and scraped against the chain-link fence in broken shrieks. It was too close. We weren’t going to make it.
We passed an electric pole and I cut left, pulling Emily with me as I ran forward across the two-lane road. I could see the sedan in my peripheral now, and as soon as it was close enough it would have to account for the pole, I cut back, running straight in the opposite direction. Its tires squealed as it spun to chase us.
The girl was fast, I’d give her that. But even I couldn’t outrun a Buick.
“There.” I tilted my head toward a dark alley between two buildings. “Don’t stop and don’t look back.”
She glanced at me, but only briefly, because the car smashed into a trash bin on the roadside behind us. Too close. Her jacket dropped to the ground behind her as she fell into full speed. I didn’t know when she’d lost the duffle bag.
As Emily’s track veered right, I stayed left, an easier target for the driver. And I’d been fairly certain I was the target. Until the car sped, and raced straight for Emily.
I cursed and adjusted my path, hoping the sight of me so close to his bumper would have some effect on the driver’s course. It didn’t. He was going to run Emily down.
Time slowed as I watched the car advance on her, helpless. Each footfall stretched into minutes. She didn’t look back, but as if she could feel she was losing ground, had only moments before it was too late, she ran impossibly faster. Faster than me.
But I didn’t have time to process the thought, because only seconds since the chase began, the car smashed into the block corner of the building. Metal shrieked and twisted as its forward momentum pushed against the immovable wall, and time returned again.
Panting, I ran toward the mess, leaping over the smashed hood where steam billowed from the crumpled metal. The car’s horn blared as the driver slumped against the steering wheel, splattered with blood and broken glass. My feet came down hard on the other side of the car, in the narrow space between the buildings. As I searched for her, my mind raced, replaying the images from the crash, what I thought I’d seen.
I had to be sure.
I numbly called her name, and then looked down the alley. She was there, two blocks down, still sprinting as she turned the corner.
I stared dumbly for a long moment before finally running after her.
When I caught her six blocks later, it was only by chance. She’d taken a wrong turn and had gotten trapped by a too-high fence. Not that she planned to let a fence stop her, because she had climbed to the top of the eight feet and was lifting her leg over as I watched, but at least it had given me the break I needed to close the distance.
“Emily,” I called as I drew closer.
She looked up at me, surprised, and froze halfway across the metal bar that topped the chain link. Her chest was heaving with the exertion, but she’d somehow managed to make it.
My hands went up in a frustrated gesture and she stared down at me blankly. And then, as it dawned on her, she simply shrugged her shoulders. “You said don’t stop.”
I sighed and then gave her that shooing motion she’d given me in the shed before grabbing onto the fence to follow her up. I dropped to the ground beside her, surreptitiously checking her condition. It appeared she’d only skinned her palms, which left her in far better condition than I, considering what the fence climbing had done to my injured shoulder. When she saw me looking, she curled her hands into fists, though I believed it was due more to the trembling in her fingers than the scrapes on her palms.
We continued wordlessly out of the industrial area at a jog. I was surprised she could maintain the pace after what she’d been through, but I refrained from questioning her just yet. We wouldn’t be safe until we’d gotten locked inside somewhere.
We kept jogging, past the now-empty apartments that had once housed the industrial workers. It didn’t feel safe, not yet. I didn’t stop until we reached the edge of downtown, the parking garages and empty alleys that would be crowded on a weekday. Emily didn’t appear too keen on running down another alley, but she didn’t argue, simply keeping pace beside me until I ducked behind a low bin that would allow me to see in both directions.
Panting, we leaned against the brick wall of an old building, struggling viciously to catch our breath. Emily wheezed and bent over to brace her hands on her knees. Our chests heaved, pulses still racing, limbs tingling and weak. I was certain she’d slide down to the pavement if not for the filth that lined the alley. I’d no idea how far we’d run, but we had farther to go if I were to keep us safe. I glanced at the girl beside me, baggy tee shirt draped as she leaned against herself and the wall, hair a mess of damp curls and loose waves shifting in the breeze.
Morgan had targeted her, not me. He’d known he needed to keep me alive if he wanted to find Brianna, so he’d used her. He’d run from the warehouse and set that human after Emily. To prove a point? To hurt me? It didn’t matter. He’d tried to kill her. He had killed the driver of that car.
The image of the sedan smashing into bricks, nearly grazing Emily as she ran, replayed in my mind and I cursed.
She looked up, still panting. “Okay.” She swallowed hard against her parched throat. “I’ll play along.” She wagged a finger vaguely in the direction of the incident, now miles away. “Who was that?”
I waved away her concern. “Just a commonblood. Morgan’s not wasting any of his men on this.”
Her brow raised in utter disbelief.
“That’s good news,” I explained. “If they want to kill you, then they haven’t found the car, haven’t figured out who you are yet.”
She straightened, but it was only to lean back. Away from me. And then I winced as I realized how it all must have sounded to her.
I didn’
t know how to make her understand, so I didn’t try. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But Brianna is safe, I promise you that.”
At the mention of Brianna, something changed in Emily. Her breathing steadied and she became remarkably still.
Motionless, except for the tiniest quiver in the curve of her lip, and it broke my heart.
“Come on,” I said, holding out a hand toward her. “We can walk from here.”
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