just tried to kill two federal agents,” Thomas’s lips brushed against her neck. Had he meant to do that? Surely not. “Whether he did it himself or he hired someone, we’re getting the guy. At first light, we’re finding a way out of this place, and we’re going after him.”
First light. That certainly seemed very far away.
“He panicked.” That was the only explanation she had. “Something set him off during our meeting.” Something they’d said or done.
“He got set off because the FBI was at his door. The guy’s probably trying to run as fast and as far as he can right now.”
Noelle wasn’t so sure. If he thought they were dead, why would he bother to run?
“But I’ll find him,” Thomas vowed. “I won’t stop until I do.”
The fire surged a bit higher then, sending sparks into the air.
“We should get some sleep.” His voice softened a bit. “Who the hell knows what we’ll face tomorrow.”
Since they’d just survived one attempt on their lives, Noelle knew he was right.
Her gaze drifted away from the fire. She glanced at the flickering shadows lining the walls. This place... It was just like the cabin that haunted her nightmares. Those nightmares chased her wherever she went, no matter what she did.
“You’re too tense,” he said. “Look, I get that you don’t like me, but—”
“I like you just fine.” How awkward was this conversation? But he had a right to know... “It’s not you that I’m afraid of, okay? It’s...this place.”
He was silent behind her. But his fingers moved lightly against her stomach. Almost as if he were caressing her.
“We’re safe.”
Her gaze slid to the right. His gun was there. Within easy reach. “Sometimes, I don’t ever feel safe.” As soon as she said the words, Noelle wished she could call them back. She’d never made that confession to anyone.
“Why not?” His hold definitely tightened then.
Noelle shook her head. She was feeling warmer, so much warmer now. The shivers and shudders were easing. “Because I’m never sure what waits in the darkness.” But she wasn’t talking about the darkness outside the cabin. She was talking about the darkness in her own mind.
He was silent behind her.
And Noelle found she couldn’t stop talking, not to him. Not then. “When I was seventeen, I was...taken.” Just saying the words hurt, but it also seemed a relief to put them out there. “I was missing from my home for over forty-eight hours before the police found me.” She was glad she wasn’t looking into his face when she told this story. Noelle wasn’t sure she wanted to see his reaction. “Forty-eight hours,” she said again, whispering the words. “And to this day, I still can’t remember a single thing that happened during that time.” When she tried to remember, she only saw the darkness.
“Maybe you’re better off not remembering.”
That was what her mother had told her, over and over. Her mother had thought it would be better to just move forward. To put those two days into the back of her mind and pretend they hadn’t happened.
But they had happened. They’d changed her.
“When the police found me, a dead man was in the cabin with me.”
Silence. Then, “You think you killed him?”
“I was tied, bound to a chair. Someone else was there.” The man’s accomplice? Another shudder had her body quaking. But she didn’t know if that shudder came from the cold or from the fear in her belly. “A killer was there, and I can’t remember a thing about him.”
That scared her more than anything else. Because that man—that killer—he could be anyone. He could be anywhere. She could have met him a hundred times and never known.
She’d become a profiler because of what happened. Because she wanted to be able to see the murderers out there. To look behind the masks they wore.
What she’d discovered during the course of her career was that monsters were real. They just wore the guise of men.
Her eyes squeezed closed. She didn’t know why she’d revealed so much to Thomas. In the harsh light of dawn, she knew she’d regret sharing so much with him. But, right then, she still just felt that strange relief.
And the fear slid away as the fire warmed her and he held her close. It was odd to feel so secure...in the arms of a dragon.
* * *
THE DOOR TO Lawrence Duncan’s study opened with a rasp of sound. Lawrence glanced up, expecting to see Paula, but she wasn’t in the doorway. Still, he smiled when he saw just who had come to pay him a late-night visit. “I take it that you accomplished our task?”
His visitor took a step inside his study. “Their vehicle won’t be found.”
“Good.” His eyes narrowed as he studied the man before him. “This shouldn’t have happened, you know. I’m supposed to be clear. Instead, I’m cleaning up your messes.” His breath heaved out. “Noelle Evers. She should’ve died years ago, and we both know it.”
The floor creaked as the man edged closer to Lawrence. “I didn’t want Noelle to die this way. I wanted—”
“To cut her throat yourself? Yes, well, I know how you enjoy getting up close, but that wasn’t going to happen.” Lawrence shot to his feet and paced toward the window on the right. When he looked out, he just saw darkness. “She’s not some scared kid any longer. She’s FBI. And if we hadn’t taken her out then—”
His words ended, cut off with a gurgle of sound because—because a knife had just sliced across his throat.
“I was saving her for later.” The words were snarled into Lawrence’s ear. “She would have been special. Now she’s gone.”
Lawrence’s hand flew to his neck, but he couldn’t stop the flow. His knees gave way. He tried to grab for the window curtain, but his bloody hands just slipped over the fabric. He hit the floor.
His eyes were open and staring up at the killer above him.
“You were a threat, too,” the killer told him. “Because you knew what I’d done.” He smiled down at Lawrence. “But you won’t tell anyone now, will you? You can’t tell anyone.” His smile faded away. “And I won’t be on your leash any longer. From here on out, no one controls me.”
* * *
SHE WAS ASLEEP in his arms. Noelle’s breathing was easy and soft, and all of the tension had drained from her body. She was a silken weight against Thomas, and her scent—light and sweet—wrapped deeply around him.
He’d told her that it wasn’t personal. That it was just about survival.
He was such a liar. With her, everything was personal. It had been, for far longer than
