London Calling by Veronica Forand

Author:Veronica Forand
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Amara, Mystery & Suspense Romance, Action & Adventure Romance, Action & Adventure Romance Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Women's Action & Adventure Fiction, Espionage Thrillers, International Mystery & Crime, Mystery & Suspense Romance, Mystery Romance, Thriller, suspense, spies, international, romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Emma had been stuck in a hospital room without a window for so many days that she’d lost count. Crazy for a breath of fresh air. They’d kept her inside for her own protection. Protection disguised as a punishment.

From what Macknight had told her, she was staying in the basement of MI6. No windows or internet access, but she was given a daily newspaper and a pile of books. Books. The books especially were her escape. She traveled back to Regency England, flew off to space with The Martian, and fell in love with a book called Cocky Bastard, which was the way she would have described Macknight when she’d first met him. Now, he was more a damaged soul.

Her knee had healed to where she could walk around without crutches, but with a pretty obvious limp. The bruises on her face had faded into something less black and blue and more pink and red. Without the heavy wrap, she could also wear regular clothes. Someone had provided her with a small wardrobe, and a woman arrived one morning to cut her hair to an inch below her shoulders, something more manageable than the long hair she’d had.

Physical therapy included working on a treadmill and on a bike. A nurse had even brought her a few plants so she didn’t feel as though she was actually living underground.

Besides the medical staff, her only visitor had been Macknight. She begged for him to take her outside, but he offered a million excuses. His secrets and silence formed a heavy curtain blocking any meaningful conversation. Emma hated secrets, especially if they related to her father.

She’d never been away from Dad for so long with no idea where he was and if he was safe. For most of her waking minutes, all she did was wonder about him. Patience wasn’t her superpower. Productivity was.

Which meant these four walls had become Kryptonite to her. Each day, the boredom burrowed further into her psyche. As her physical strength increased, her mental status deteriorated.

Someone knocked on her door.

“Come in,” she called out, as though she had any say in who barged into the room.

Macknight opened the door carrying a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase. Black-eyed Susans, daisies, carnations, and daylilies, yellow and white, to brighten her room.

“They’re beautiful,” she said, pointing to a free spot on her dresser.

He delivered fresh flowers to her room all the time, which meant counter space in her room was at a premium. Each bouquet had a different color scheme, most likely guilty offerings to ease his mind after leaving her at Windfield. The thought was wonderful, but a walk in the park, even on a cold, rainy day, would have been preferable.

“The peonies wilted,” he said, as though he needed an excuse to bring her more flowers.

“Maybe they require sunlight. We should move them near a window.” Up a few floors where windows existed.

“Cut flowers don’t need sunlight.”

“I do.”

He nodded. “Once you’re healed, I’m sure they’ll switch you to a better location.

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