Page 69 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 22
A Year Ago
Ethan’s Home - Sherman Oaks
“DANTON,” I SOBBED. “I’m afraid.”
His presence was stronger than I’d ever experienced it before. Resting my head on Ethan’s chest, I surrendered to the sense of peace that now came over me.
Ethan’s hand caressed my scalp. “Hey, there.”
I raised my head to look at him. “Thank God.”
I’d been trying to wake him for what seemed like hours, but in reality it had been minutes.
“Where am I?” Ethan sat up.
“Your office.”
Another kick at the door made him freeze.
“The phone’s dead,” I told him. “Who the hell is that?”
“It’s okay. He’s after me, not you.” He used the desk to pull himself up and then staggered over to the safe.
Glaring at him, I pushed myself to my feet and stood. “You have a gun?”
“Yes.” He lifted a print off the wall. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Sorry, Scarlet.” He threw the picture down and set to work on opening the safe. “The police are on their way,” he called out loudly, as though that might persuade the attacker to leave.
“My phone’s in the car,” I whispered.
He paused to wipe his brow, and cringed when he saw a smudge of blood. “What’s wrong with my head?”
“It’s a cut. Doesn’t look deep,” I reassured him. “A fan fell on you and you got knocked forward into the wall.”
“Fuck.”
I glanced around the room again as though some weapon might magically appear.
“How did we get in here?” he asked.
“I dragged you.”
He mulled that over. “You saved my life?”
“I suppose.”
Ethan blinked, shaking his head. “Shit.”
His nimble fingers went back to working the safe’s rotary mechanism, clicking it around, his expression fraught with concentration. He yanked the door open and reached inside.
“You might want to keep it somewhere a little more handy next time,” I said.
“I was hoping all this was over.” He pulled out a handgun and gestured to the right side of the door. “Come on.”
