Page 94 of Enthrall Climax
I barely dodged a blow to my jaw as he struck out at me.
“This isn’t about that and you know it,” he yelled.
“The Manhattan?” I watched his expression change to one of confusion as he wondered how I could possibly know.
In this traffic, I could be there in twenty minutes or less.
With that one accusation I’d weakened his resolve and gotten the answer. I headed for the door and left Henry standing there, possibly regretting his decision to implement his radical plan.
The cruelest thought tore through my brain that he had a point.
Maybe Mia did deserve a better man.
Before I made it to the door, I spun around—Henry could make a call to have his men move Mia.
“You’re coming with us,” I told him.
AWAKING TO A LOW THRUMthat sounded familiar, feeling an unnatural warmth that made my limbs heavy, I opened my eyes and tried to focus.
I was still wearing my Elie Tahari dress, but it was creased. Someone had removed my boots. Kicking off the sheet, I strained to remember how I’d gotten into this small, bare room. I reached out for the glass of water on the side table, and then yanked my hand back. Drinking anything else was a bad idea. There came a jolt of weightlessness—or maybe it was just my head.
I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed, running through what I remembered while caressing my temples to ease the ache.
Helete had rescued me from The Manhattan, and there’d been another woman with her. Her accent had been familiar. I needed these foggy thoughts to clear. Fighting through waves of dizziness, I reached for my boots and pulled them on.
I staggered over to the window and pulled up the blind, staring out in horror at the puffs of white clouds below.
How long had I been out?
Where the hell was I going?
I looked back at the glass of water. It reminded me of when Cameron had flown me to London on his private jet. He’d left a glass of water beside me then, and also when we’d flown from L.A. to New York, proving his consideration. It was something he did. He knew I’d wake up thirsty.
And I was so, so thirsty.
Comforted that this was his plane, I opened the door and peered out at the row of empty cream leather seats. Stepping out of the cabin, a wave of nausea hit me when I recognized the Russian. She was sitting alone.
My gaze swept toward the cockpit and I wondered if Helete was in there. When I looked back at the Russian her stare was fixed on me.
Needing to pee, I turned and shoved open the door to the small restroom. I hated going to the bathroom on planes—my fear of turbulence was even worse. I balanced as best I could, as my thoughts drifted to the fact I was meant to be at work.
I was meant to be anywhere but here.
After relieving the pain in my bladder, I faced my reflection in the mirror, seeing my eyes filled with fright, my smudged mascara and messy hair.
A fist slammed the door. “You have ten seconds to get out of there.” The Russian slipped into her native tongue.
Gripped by fear, I couldn’t move.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” SNAPPEDHenry. “Where is she?”
We’d made it to The Manhattan in record time and despite Henry’s man telling us she wasn’t here, I scoured each room anyway. I was on a knife’s edge as I tried to read the truth from everyone around me. My concern for Mia was eating me alive.
After I rejoined Shay, Henry, and one of his men in the sitting room, Shay threw me a look and a gesture indicating I should remain calm. He knew I had a thin veil of restraint left and needed answers fast.
Henry’s man sat on the couch with an icepack against his forehead and a useless explanation.
“Barret, what the hell is going on?” Henry sat beside him on the couch and his voice cracked with frustration. “Where’s Mia?”
