Twisted Threads (A Cape Trouble Novel Book 3) by Johnson Janice Kay

Author:Johnson, Janice Kay [Johnson, Janice Kay]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

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With a rush of adrenaline, Emily came awake, opening her eyes to pitch darkness. She shot to a sitting position, trying to understand why there were no bedcovers over her.

On an adrenaline-laced rush, she remembered. In the early days – the first year, at least – she had come into Cody’s room daily to sit on the bed and try desperately to believe she felt his presence. She rarely did anymore, but last night sleep had seemed impossible. Instead of getting into her own bed, she’d crossed the hall in the dark.

But she had fallen asleep, after all, because she was curled up now on the bed. It was the strangeness of where she was that had awakened her. No, she was cold. Or…she’d had a nightmare. What else would—

A floorboard creaked. In her hall. Barely outside Cody’s bedroom door, which she had left ajar. The sound was very faint, but she knew it.

Rational thought dissolved into instant terror. I have to get out.

She slipped from the bed, never tearing her eyes from the half-open door. She had no protection at all, not even the dining room chair she’d been propping beneath her doorknob in her own room every night before she went to bed.

Once he realized she wasn’t in her own bed...

She could close the door, shove the small bookcase in front of it, like she had the other time. Heart hammering, she thought, no. He’d been in the living room then, picking himself up off the floor. Her door had already been closed.

Tonight…he was so close. Staring down at her empty bed, maybe. Slipping silently into her bathroom. The first sound would tell him where she was.

She crossed as quietly as she could the few feet to the window and unlocked it, wincing at the tiny click. Maybe she’d imagined that creak. She could have been dreaming. Maybe…

She strained to hear anything at all that would tell her she was no longer alone in the house. Her own panting sounded loud to her ears.

Don’t take a chance. Get out.

Emily thrust the window sash upward. A scream split the night as she kicked at the screen. The alarm.

She heard running footsteps just as she plunged through the opening. A butterfly bush here had grown partially in front of the window. Branches snagged her pajamas and scraped her skin. She scrabbled out of it on her hands and knees, turning her head wildly. An ominous, black shape stood at the open window. He’d follow her any second. Screaming herself now, even though no one would hear her over the alarm, she ran, driven by instinct to go around the back of the house instead of toward the street. If he went out the front door instead of the window, he’d be there to meet her.

Or he was right behind her.

Not daring to look back, she tore around behind the house, past her bedroom window until she reached the gate. Her skin prickled with horror. She’d feel his hands any second.

She fumbled with the latch, sobbing with relief when it swung open.

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