Page 58 of Carnal Urges
She nods. “So I could sit in a chair in the corner and watch as you’re consumed inch by inch over the course of days. No, weeks. Months.” She smiles. “In agony.”
I chuckle. “You actually like that idea. What a little monster. And you look so sweet.”
After an odd pause, her voice comes out tentative. “You think I look sweet?”
“No. I think you look like a camel. You’re revolting.”
We stare into each other’s eyes. I become aware of her breathing, the flush creeping over her cheeks, and that I’ve leaned closer, so close, our noses are only inches apart.
She says softly, “You don’t think I look like a camel.”
I have to moisten my lips before I answer, my mouth is so dry. “A hyena. A warthog. A kakapo.”
“I don’t know that last one.”
“It’s a giant flightless parrot.”
“A parrot? So it’s cute.”
I shake my head slowly, fighting the urge to lean closer and press my mouth to hers. My voice is husky when I answer. “No. It’s disgusting.”
After a moment, she whispers, “Liar.”
She pushes me away and rolls over onto her side again.
I straighten and blow out a slow, silent breath. I pass a hand through my hair. Then I take my cell phone from my pocket and send a text to Spider.
I’m coming there now. Make sure he’s ready to talk.
With one last glance at Sloane, I leave the room, nodding at the armed men in black suits Kieran has installed on either side of the door while I’ve been inside.
I head out for a chat with Stavros.
I wonder if Sloane would ever forgive me if I went back on my word and killed him.
Only one way to find out.
EIGHTEEN
SLOANE
The instant the door closes behind Declan, I push the call button for the nurse.
Sixty seconds later, Nancy arrives, looking like she’d rather be eating a bowl of razor blades than visiting me.
“Hi, Nancy. I apologize for being a witch to you earlier, but I’m not feeling that great at the moment. Aside from my brain bleeding all over itself, I’ve been kidnapped.”
She blinks. “Uh…”
“You don’t have to do anything about it. I’m not asking for help. I know you’d get into big trouble with the Irish mafia if they found out you called the police, so don’t do that, okay? I don’t want your entire family getting killed on my behalf.”
“O … kay.”
“Great. Thanks. So listen, I was wondering if you could tell me what would cause a false-positive pregnancy test?”
After she uncrosses her eyes, she says, “It’s extremely rare for a blood test to return a false positive.”
“But if it did, what would cause it?”
