Page 82 of Soaring Free
Kyle huffs out a sigh but sounds happy. “Yes, I needed to apologize for how you were being treated, and I knew you would understand they were from me. Ugh! Savannah, I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you figured it all out. I was worried you wouldn’t, and then this would all seem a little crazy, right?” He leans his face closer, but thankfully, my stomach growls so loudly it startles both of us. “Oh shit, you barely ate anything since breakfast yesterday, you must be starving. I’ll get you some pain meds too; I’m sorry about the theatrics of getting you here. I wasn’t sure how you would react and thought it was better to be safe than sorry.”
Kyle takes a step back and slides his hand down from my arm to my hand then leads me to the kitchen island and pulls out a barstool for me to sit on.
“I … uh, I do feel quite hungover, Kyle. Do you know why that is?” And I bet you do, you fucking psycho because you seem to know everything about me, and the first chance I get, I am going to run as far away from you as possible.
“The dosage was probably slightly more than necessary, but my … contact assured me the Rohypnol would only put you to sleep and not cause any long-term side effects. The hangover feeling should pass. We should get you hydrated, that will make you feel better, honey.” He reaches out to squeeze my arm, and I have to try my hardest not to flinch away from his creepy touch.This asshole roofied me? How is that even possible? I only had…
“My chamomile tea,” I say barely above a whisper.
“You want some now? Usually, you only drink that before bed, but I can make you a cup.” He walks over to the cupboard and pulls out a mug. It’s not just any mug though, Kyle pulls out a fucking lavender mug. How is this possible? Creepy Kyle sets themug down and turns it to show me the saying with a proud grin on his face. I read the saying out loud with a weary voice, “Tea fit for the Queen, but enjoyed by me.”
“Clever, right? Of course you love a clever saying. I found this little tea shop online that sells the mugs and it’s the same shade as your favorite one.”
“Was the tea shop in Washington, D.C.?” I ask but already know the answer.
“It was! How did you guess that?” He smiles as though we are having a grand ol’ time and not in some twilight zone reality.
“It, uh, it’s where I found the mug visiting my sister years ago when she lived there.” Vivian. She’s probably worried about me right now, and that’s the last thing I need my pregnant sister doing. “She’s probably wondering where I am right now, Kyle. I should text her or something. Do you have my phone?”
His face darkens as he tsks at me. “No, Angel, I didn’t bring your phone. We won’t need that. Your phone wouldn’t work anyway. I have a signal jammer in place that’s keeping cell phones and any GPS locating device offline to ensure our privacy. Which is ironic because GPS was so helpful in keeping track of you. Especially the tracker I had on your car, well, until you got rid of the car after that unfortunate incident after the wedding. But I’m sorry if you were confused when the key went missing; what are the odds that you would need it during the few hours I borrowed it? I put it back right away, just not quite quick enough for you to not notice.”
My stomach churns in disgust at how casually he references both the mutilation of an animal and breaking into my house to steal—I’m sorry, ‘borrow’—my car keys. “Kyle, I can’t just disappear from my family. My sister will be worried. My daughters will be worried.” Theo will be worried, but I don’t think that’s helpful information to Kyle right now.
“Your daughters do complicate things, but I didn’t think it was wise to bring them here with us quite yet, not until you’ve settled into the idea of us and what we have.”
What you have is a giant case of psychosis, asshole.
My stomach growls again, and Kyle snaps his fingers. “Right! Food! How about your favorite Greek yogurt and granola bowl? I have fresh raspberries.”
“Sounds perfect,” I whisper as I sit at the kitchen island. I watch as Kyle moves around the kitchen, and if I wasn’t already on the highest alert, my eyes land on a wooden pasta spoon resting on the stove. “That spoon looks familiar.” I nod toward it.
He smiles as he looks over his shoulder at me. “It should. I made sure to have all of your favorite things. Some pieces took a little time to track down, but like I said, I’ve been working on this … project for a while.”
Kyle continues talking about the preparations he took, and I shouldn’t be surprised, but he also informs me that he has a closet full of clothes I wear, including the brand of bra and underwear sets I like to order. He then makes a comment about not being able to wait to see me model the pink set for him.
The missing underwear. He stole my missing underwear.
Theo, if you can somehow sense me, or if Mama can somehow send some actual angels, I need someone to find me and get me out of here. Please, someone has to find me. I don’t even know where the hell I am, but I do know one thing is absolutely true: this is really, really bad.
Chapter fifty-three
*Liam Callahan added Theo Smith-Harrington to the group chat: The Brigade*
Liam
Sophia is on a plane already, will be in Forrest Falls within two hours.
Walker
Who is Sophia?
Ryan
Liam’s tech guy that’s really a girl.
Finn
Can she start looking into stuff en route or something? I don’t want to wait two hours! Where the fuck is our sister?! What can I do?
