Page 142 of Enthrall Climax
“What did they do to her?” he whispered.
I led him farther down the hallway and into the bedroom that I would be using now. Up until this point it had been reserved for our guests, and Mia had enjoyed decorating it so those who stayed would feel welcome. The soft colors she’d chosen made it feel cozy. Everything in here reminded me of her.
“It doesn’t appear that anyone assaulted her.” I said, letting out a relieved breath.
“Did she talk much?”
“Briefly.”
“Maybe she’s holding back?”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
“Maybe we should take her to the hospital? Get her examined and have forensic specialists take—”
“She refused.”
“Are you going to prosecute?” He gave me a hard look. “Cameron, this was a kidnapping.”
“Shay is going to take it from here.” I shrugged. “Talk to him.”
“I’m talking to you.”
Looking past him, I saw Mia standing in the doorway.
I gave her a comforting smile. “Hey, you okay? Can I get you something?”
She stepped inside. “I’m fine. To me, it seemed like the women wanted to be there. I recognized some of them…politicians and other VIPs. I think it best if we put this behind us.”
I reached out to her.
Mia raised her hand to keep some distance between us. “I’m going to stay in the marketing department.”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, sweetheart,” I said.
“No need.” She returned to our bedroom and shut the door.
No, it’s not ours anymore.
My world shifted off its axis.
“What happened in Hillenbrand?” asked Henry.
“Look, I’m tired, can’t this wait?”
“You had to fight to get her out?” He rested a hand on my shoulder. “I want to know where this Hillenbrand is located.”
It was not going to happen. The last thing we needed was for Henry to go in there with guns blazing because he was on some superhero kick.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Shay’s cautious gaze danced from Henry to me. “I need a word. Like now.”
Raising my gaze to the ceiling, I began counting to ten. I really was done with this day, and this week could go back to the hell it had crawled out of.
I followed Shay into the kitchen.
He glanced cautiously over my shoulder. “The doorman just called up. Helete’s in the lobby.”
“Why?”
