Remember Me (Storm Lords Book 1) by Nina Croft

Author:Nina Croft [Croft, Nina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Day 2

He hadn’t been lying. He expected her to shadow him.

The first day was—thankfully—nearly over. Exhaustion tugged at her mind. Cade never stopped. She’d sat in on all his meetings, but so far, she had nothing. Everything was above board and on the level. But then he was hardly likely to do anything underhanded right in front of her. In which case, how was she supposed to get her story? He glanced up and raised an eyebrow when he caught her staring. “Disappointed?” he asked.

She frowned. “In what?”

“That I haven’t lied, bribed, or otherwise behaved in despicable manner.”

“Yes.”

He gave a short burst of laughter at her answer. Then he peered at her closely. “You look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you sleep okay? I was going to check up on you last night, but thought you might construe it the wrong way, and I wanted you to relax.”

Relax?

Was he crazy? She wasn’t going to admit that she’d been on edge all evening waiting for him to show up.

Finn had driven her back. He’d been a good companion, though he’d refused to open up about Cade—except to say that they had known each other a long time—and she’d relaxed in his presence, as she suspected she never would around Cade.

She hadn’t seen Cade again, but Finn had showed her to the apartment she was to stay in and left her there. The place was luxurious, and the fridge well stocked, but she’d put off eating anything, expecting Cade to, if not turn up, then call her, and suggest they eat together.

When she’d finally accepted that it wasn’t going to happen, she’d had to contend with an extremely unwelcome dose of disappointment. She’d told herself she was an idiot, taken a long hot bath in an attempt to soothe herself, and gone to bed.

After hours of tossing and turning, she’d managed to sleep, only to have her old nightmare return to haunt her.

Now, she glanced from Cade to her laptop, trying to avoid remembering what had come next. But the dream was still imprinted indelibly on her mind.

She was tied to a stake, and all around her, a mob was jeering, calling for her death.

Why did they hate her so?

One man approached, triumph in his dark eyes, a burning torch in his hand. He touched the flame to the branches piled around her. The crackle of the fire sounded in her ears as the flames caught the pitch-soaked wood.

The stink of roasting flesh filled her nostrils as the fire licked at her limbs and her skin turned black and peeled from her bones. But the physical agony faded, insignificant compared to what she was feeling inside. Her heart was breaking. Her soul ripped from her body.

They’d dragged him away, but beneath the roar of the mob, she heard him calling. “Eleni—”

She opened her mouth to scream his name…and awoke, her skin clammy, nausea roiling in her gut. She’d rushed to the bathroom and been violently sick, heaving until there was nothing left in her stomach.

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