Page 193 of Hexed
“What wouldyou do if I ever got kidnapped?”
It’s a question I don’t ask Bastien lightly, but it’s something I’m curious about, because Aria’s been gone for less than fourteen hours, and although Uncle T can tell where she is from all the GPS trackers he installed in everything she owns, he’s convinced someone took her in order to get to him.
It’s…very annoying.
The way Uncle T is acting completely unhinged at the thought of someone touching his precious daughter has me realizing even the greatest of men have their weaknesses.
And it’s usually a woman behind their downfall.
Also, it stings seeing him get so emotional over her when I can’t imagine anyone ever being that way for me.
But that’s the way life deals my cards, I guess.
Bastien shrugs. “I’d pray you had finally learned how to be more aware of your surroundings and that you had your gun.”
I snort, because he’s always going on about that. I hate guns. They’re so…pedestrian.
“He needs to get it together, or else everyone will realize they can use Aria against him,” I mutter.
Bas gives me an exasperated look while Uncle T stomps back and forth in his office, flinging random things around like he’s a child having a tantrum.
“Where would you take someone if you were going to kidnap them?” I continue my line of questioning, mainly because I’m curious but also because I’m bored with watching Uncle T lose it.
We all know Aria ran away. She’s been desperate to leave since forever, and the fact she’s in New York, the place she had plastered all over her walls for years? Speaks for itself.
But Uncle T isn’t big on logic right now, apparently.
Whatever. I’m in a great mood because ding, dong, the bitch is gone. Fisher seems sad, though.
“I don’t know,” Bastien replies.
I loll my head back and give him a smirk. “Now, I don’t believe that for a second. You’ve always got a plan for everything. Come on, Bas, it’s me.”
He sighs, crossing his arms and looking over at me. “I have a cabin I’d probably take them to.”
“You have a cabin?” My mouth drops open.
“Yeah, so?”
“Rude. I can’t believe you haven’t taken me there.”
“You should be happy I haven’t, since that’s where I’d take my victims.”
“I guess.” I sink back in my seat. “Well, I want to see it anyway. Where is it?”
“I’ll take you.” He looks at Uncle T again, who isn’t paying us any mind because he’s currently screaming in a housekeeper’s face. “But you have to promise it stays between us.”
I reach out my little finger. “Pinky swear.”
It’s funny how moments that seem inconsequential turn out to be the things that save you in the end.
It’sbecauseof that seemingly inconsequential moment and Bastien’s mouthed word earlier that I know exactly where he went with Aria.
Three hours inland and in the middle of a forest sits an unsuspecting cabin registered to a John Doe. It has no neighbors for miles, and it’s so densely covered with trees that cell signals don’t even get picked up.
“This is fucked,” Enzo states, Fisher’s car, which we jacked, bumping this way and that as we wind up a narrow, unpaved drive.
“Yeah, well, what about our situation isn’t fucked right now?”
