Gift of Secrets: Barrier Witch Book Two by Amir Lane

Author:Amir Lane [Lane, Amir]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

This was bad.

Despite Kieron's prediction about my lifespan, I wasn't ready to die. I had to think fast. There had to be something I could use to buy myself some time. Nothing within arm’s reach could help me, and trying to pull up a barrier only sent a stab of pain through my sinuses. There had to be something.

“I have the box!” I shouted. Number One held his hand up, and Number Two lowered the gun. “The box you were talking about. Biarozy’s. I have it.”

“Now why would you have it?” Number One asked.

That was a great question. I kept my eyes on the men as I scrambled to come up with an answer.

“I was hired to steal it from his father. The man who hired me never paid me, so I kept it.”

“You kept it,” Number Two said with doubt.

“He wasn’t going to come looking for it after I put him in a coma.”

The men snorted. Number Two even laughed.

“So where is the box now?” Number One asked in the same tone he might use when humouring a child.

I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing my bedroom. Ariadne’s side of the bed a mess, mine as neat as I could make it. Her hoodie hanging over the doorknob behind the door. Pictures of my family on the walls. My jewelry stands taking over the left corner of the dresser. In the back corner of the closet, a floorboard I’d pulled up to use as a hiding spot.

“With someone safe. If I don't come back, he'll take it to the police.”

That threat was going to get me killed. I knew it. So why did I say it?

Just buy yourself some time. Think fast and do something.

The end of the silencer pushed against my forehead. I forced myself to lock eyes with Number Two. If he was going to shoot me, he’d have to look me in the eyes when he did it.

“Okay,” Number One said with an easy shrug. “We’ll take that bluff. Call your friend. Have him bring it to us.”

Number One’s well-tailored suit spoke to money. It barely moved as he approached. The bark on his skin was dark brown and rough, but not quite coarse. I didn't know nearly enough about trees or dryads to be able to identify more than that. Though he was slimmer than Number Two still holding my arms, the bulging of his forearms meant I couldn't discount him as a fighter. I didn't know what any of these people could do. He held a small flip phone in his hand. It was shiny and clean, unscratched, but it still had an antenna.

Number Two released my wrists and clamped a hand on my shoulder to keep me from escaping. I landed heavy on my heels, and blood rushed painfully back into my shoulders. It almost hurt worse than when they were above my head.

“Your friend’s phone number. I don't want you doing anything stupid like calling the police.”

Which was exactly what I should have done before coming in here.

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