Lights Out: A Formula 1 Racing Romance (The Donington Racing Series) by Kat Ransom

Author:Kat Ransom [Ransom, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kat Ransom
Published: 2020-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Kinsley

The moment my eyes open to the pitch black, I know he’s gone.

I don’t need to reach behind me and feel the cold sheets, although I still do. I don’t need to sit up in bed and scan my eyes around the dark hotel suite, searching for him.

I can feel him gone. I can feel the emptiness hanging in the still night air, the void, the stark lack of his presence.

The bedside clock reads nearly three a.m., and I know he’s been gone long enough to leave a chill on the crisp cotton sheets. Fumbling for the light switch on the brass lamp on the nightstand, I flip it on. When I squint, I find a note waiting for me on hotel stationery: ‘In the gym. You’re beautiful in your sleep. XO.’

My feet hit the padded carpet as I throw off the heavy down comforter and ease out of bed. All I have on is a black satin cami set, so I root through Alexandr’s suitcase until I find a silver zip-up Donington hoodie and throw it over me as quickly as I can.

When I reach the door, clutching my lanyard pouch containing my track access passes and room key, I realize I’m barefoot. I slip into the gigantic, black boots that are nearest, waiting on the floor for Alexandr to return.

They fall heavy along the paisley carpet lining the hotel hallway. They slip off my heels with every step as I grip the hoodie around me and hit the elevator call button.

It doesn’t even register that I tend to avoid elevators whenever feasible. No one knows that, of course. I don’t share my lingering anxieties with just anyone. And when I’m with another person, I don’t mind the elevator, anyway. It’s only when I’m alone when those thoughts threaten my consciousness.

Ever since the day my own personal sociopath trapped me in a Flixara studio elevator, caged me inside overnight for fourteen hours, I prefer the stairs.

I spent fourteen hours overnight in the pitch blackness. I was locked inside a metal square until I had soiled myself, cried myself raw, and broken all of my fingernails off trying to pry the doors open.

Of course, Reggie Danley left me with one of his usual calling cards for company—fourteen hours of Knoxville Girl blaring on a boombox just outside the sealed elevator doors at ear-piercing decibels. The old Appalachian murder ballad was just one of the very clear messages he employed during his reign of terror.

She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry

‘Oh Willy dear, don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die’

She never spoke another word, I only beat her more

Until the ground around me within her blood did flow

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