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“Let me know how we can help,” Declan said as I turned to the door. “Though, the less you tell me right now, the better.”
Chapter 10 - Morgan
My leg jittered up and down as I kept glancing at the door, wondering when Chris was coming back. It wasn’t that I wanted to see him; it was more that I didn’t like being alone anymore. After the last few years, being alone like this had never been much of a respite. It had left me constantly on edge, waiting for the twist of a doorknob and someone to come in, always for one purpose. And here I was, stuck in a place by myself, once again waiting for someone.
But Chris was different. He might be a jerk, arrogant, and a kidnapper, but he wasn’t like the other men who’d dictated my life over the last few years. That, at least, was a small blessing.
Why the hell had I had sex with him?
It had been like some indescribable need had washed over me. I had been ridiculously attracted to Chris from the moment I saw him, despite my best efforts. With the attack and then finally getting my chains removed, it was as if all my emotions had blended together into a messed-up cocktail that had led to sex.
Really great sex.
But it couldn’t keep happening. I still didn’t trust him entirely. What was more, if it kept happening, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop. And I didn’t want to grow attached to him. He didn’t express his emotions particularly well, and his overwhelming compulsion to be in control of everything would drive me insane. I couldn’t fall for him. It would only lead to my getting hurt.
So why did I keep glancing toward the door? It definitely wasn’t because I wanted to see Chris. Was it?
I heard the doorknob twist. I stiffened, thoughts of Cain’s men storming in again filling my head. At least this time, I’d be ready. I had my magic now.
The door opened, and Chris stepped in. My shoulders sagged, and I was surprised at how relieved I felt at seeing him, at knowing he was okay. Part of me wanted to rush over to him and hug him. The other, more sensible part of me remained where I was.
“What happened?” I asked.
He glanced at me, his face inscrutable. Terror clenched my insides.
“Was it Cain?” I asked, my voice strained.
He shook his head, and relief washed over me again to the point I nearly collapsed back in my chair.
“No, nothing like that,” he said. “Just a small issue they needed me to take care of. Kind of dumb, really. Sorry to worry you about that.”
I frowned, glancing him up and down with suspicion. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” he grumbled. “What else would it be?”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly, still studying him with suspicion, not bothering to conceal it. “You don’t exactly tell me things.”
“It’s for your own good,” he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Of course. The “for your own good” tactic. I bit my lip as I took a deep breath.
“So you are keeping things from me,” I said.
“Yes,” he said simply, and his tone told me there was no argument there.
I didn’t push it. I cared more about the next thing I wanted to ask, and I didn’t want to antagonize him, so I posed the question.
I bit my lip, glancing from side to side, floor to ceiling, anywhere but at him. “Look, I was wondering… I mean… Kendra’s my sister. If Cain hasn’t found us, then maybe I could go see her?”
He shook his head, and that tiny bubble of hope ruptured. “It’s too dangerous for you to go out,” he said.
My shoulders slumped. After everything going on, all I wanted was to see my sister. Just seeing her, knowing she was okay, would make so much of this more bearable.
His features softened as he saw the disappointment on my face. “I’m sorry. I know how much you care about her. Just wait a little longer.”
How much longer, though? With Chris, I wasn’t sure. I brightened as a new idea occurred to me.
“She could come here!” I suggested. “It’s secluded, and no one knows I’m here, so—”
