Watching Her: A Gripping Thriller Novel With A Twist by Emmy Ellis & Lily Harlem

Author:Emmy Ellis & Lily Harlem [Ellis, Emmy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The steel-box cabin heated while the next hour passed. My clothes clung to my skin.

“Is there no sodding air-conditioning in here?” I fanned my face with a copy of a Harley magazine that had been lying on the table.

“Probably.”

“Well, should we find it? Aren’t you boiling?”

“I do not like the sun, but I like the heat very much.”

“This isn’t heat, this is suffocation.” I stood and grimaced, my jeans sticking to my legs and the embedded glass nipping at my heel.

“I grew up in Siberia. Heat was expensive and rare. My mother used to say, ‘Kolya, when you find warmth, take it right to your bones and keep it there for as long as you can’.” He nodded seriously.

“That’s your name? Kolya?”

He nodded.

“Well, Kolya, I’m sure that advice is all fine and dandy living in the tundra, but it doesn’t wash in Florida.” Moving carefully around the room, I scanned the wall for a control panel. Nothing, though there were a few vents low down which gave me hope. I headed into the hallway, exploring. Ah, there was something promising.

Set flush from the sickly green-painted wall was a white dial with a glass screen. I flicked it on, set the temperature at eighteen, and hit the small red button.

An ominous clanking sound came from a cupboard to my right, then a low hum. Within seconds, a cool breeze hit my bare feet. “Oh, thank God for that.” I pushed strands of hair from my face. The relief at knowing our oven-house would soon be bearable washed over me. “Have you got some tweezers?” I called.

“What?”

I started. Kolya was right next to me. I hadn’t heard him move—he was like some kind of ghost and not just because he was so pale. “Tweezers, you know.” I made a pincer movement with my fingers. “To get this bloody bit of glass out of my foot.”

“No tweezers, but I have this.” He produced a small chrome contraption from his pocket, flicked a switch on the side, and released a slim, shiny knife.

“I don’t want my foot chopped off,” I said. “Just the glass out.”

“I will do it.”

“I don’t think so…not with that.”

He shrugged. “It will only take a minute. This knife has dug out bullets in the past. It is an efficient tool. Very sharp, too.”

I accidently put pressure on my heel and winced. That damn bit of glass needed to come out, and soon. I couldn’t think straight with it nagging away in there.

“Here,” he said, pushing open a door on his right. “Lie down.”

I looked into the shadowed room. A double bed with plain white sheets was flush against the wall. The only other piece of furniture was a long dark dresser on the opposite side to the bed.

“I’m sure I can just sit on the chair out there.” And when had I agreed to him digging it out, anyway?

“No, facedown is best for your heel. I can see it properly.” He placed his hand into the small of my back and urged me into the room.

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