Goblin King (Shadowlands) by Husk Shona

Author:Husk, Shona [Husk, Shona]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2011-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Steven flicked shards of glass off his jacket. It crunched under his shoes as he walked away from the broken window. If Eliza hadn’t called the police, he wouldn’t have had to break into his home. Since she’d paid to change the locks, she could pay to replace the glass. The alarm screeched at his presence. He punched in the code. She hadn’t changed it yet…she hadn’t changed it ever. It was the same code her father had used. She insisted the alarm be set every night. The upper floor was left off so the occupants could move around. Then he called the security company to assure them everything was fine.

“Honey, I’m home.” His voice fell on a dark and silent house. Her twenty-four hours was up, the police order had expired, and he’d been generous. He’d let her start a second night alone.

He turned on lights as he walked through the house. It had taken him less than a minute to replace the missing light fuse. Eliza wouldn’t spend a night without power; she was like a child, terrified of the dark. But he’d watched, and he hadn’t seen her leave the house. Steven stomped up the stairs. The guest room door was closed. He knocked.

No answer.

She wasn’t here. He clenched his teeth. Anger welled and slipped past. He swore and thumped the door. He’d been expecting her to grovel, to apologize and beg forgiveness for stepping out of line and risking everything he’d worked for. With a flick he opened his cell phone and rung her. Maybe she’d sneaked out to the bitch sister-in-law’s. Her phone responded from the other side of the door, breaking up the rage.

A trickle of cold sweat tracked down his back. With a sick sense of déjà vu he hung up. She’d gone AWOL again. With the calm of a dead man he opened the guest room door. He tried the light. Nothing happened. He turned on the en suite light. It was enough to see what was wrong. That her disappearance was too similar to last time.

Empty room. Unmade bed. Clothes on the chair. Her handbag rested on the bedside table. Her cell phone lay on the floor. Steven bent to pick it up and stopped. Next to the phone was her engagement ring. A two-carat white diamond ring left on the floor for the cleaner to vacuum up. This behavior was becoming a worrying pattern. An escalating pattern. He slipped the ring into his pocket.

It was too close to the wedding for her to fall apart. Eliza obviously had an undiagnosed mental condition. Why else would she walk the streets, yet have no memory? If she was lying, she was doing a damn good job. But then her mother was an actress. If he needed to medicate Eliza to get through the wedding, so be it. But there would be a wedding.

This time he couldn’t call the police. He was sure someone had watched him leave the hotel this morning. Tailing his car until he’d lost them by looping through the city and going extra slow.

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