A Touch of Betrayal by Catherine Palmer

Author:Catherine Palmer [Palmer, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
ISBN: 9781414328386
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2010-11-29T20:00:00+00:00

Alexandra’s hand was shaking so hard she could barely control her pencil. Completely alone for the first time since Jones’s attack, she felt vulnerable and fragile. Grant’s religion quiz hadn’t helped. If this had been the Inquisition, she would be slowly roasting at the stake right now.

Her answers had been so lame—mumblings about giraffes and miracles and the creation of the world. The moment Grant had started his inquiry in the Passage of Arches, she had prayed that God would speak through her. But what a jumbled mass of words had poured out. She had no background in myths or world religions. And she certainly should know better than to reason with a scientist.

Let him go.

The voice was almost audible, echoing somewhere deep inside her. Let go, Alexandra. Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about what happens to you. Trembling, she clutched her pencil. How could she let go? A man she had come to care about was slipping through her fingers.

She moistened her lower lip. The detective in the green thongs had vanished. Grant was gone. Dear God, where are you? Are you with me?

Determined not to betray her fears, she worked her pencil across the sheet of white paper. Though her focus stayed on the ocean and her sketch pad, she could see the hulking blond man edging across the narrow walkway. She made up her mind to scream the instant he grabbed her. Then Grant would come running, and the detective would appear. And that would be it.

Oh, Father, let it be over soon. Please, Lord!

Jones paused two yards away and leaned on the battlement, his face hidden by the thick wall of the gunport through which he peered. Every nerve ending in Alexandra’s body warned her to run. This was her chance to get away. If she stayed, he would attack.

But if she ran, he would find her again. Find her somewhere else. Track her down.

Now was the time.

She sucked in a deep breath and picked out of her case the tiny, single-edged razor blade she used to sharpen her pencils. It wasn’t much, but the cold steel between her fingertips gave her some defense. She tilted it, watching the sun glint off the metal.

“We meet again, Miss Prescott.” Jones’s arm slipped around her shoulders, and a click sent his switchblade skimming across the delicate skin of her throat. “One sound, and you’re dead.”

Alexandra’s voice hung in her throat. She shuddered at the man’s touch, his smell. Revulsion rose in her stomach and splashed bitterness into her mouth. Blood hammered through her temples.

“Walk with me nice and slow, baby,” he said, holding her firmly against him. “We wouldn’t want your boyfriend to get suspicious.”

“I’m staying here,” Alexandra hissed.

“But I wrote you a poem.” He shoved her, and she stumbled forward. “Don’t you wanna hear it?

“We walk through the African night.

I hold you so tight.

It feels just right

To keep you in my sight.

“It’s almost like a song, huh? I can hear the music.

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