Descent by Natasha Knight

Author:Natasha Knight [Knight, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

21

Persephone

“You and I both know it wasn’t an accident.”

I hear them, but I’m not sure it isn’t a dream.

Benedetti. That name again. What had Hayden said? Mafia. Why would they make a donation to my dad’s campaign? Why had he accepted it?

No, it’s a mistake. It has to be.

I hear water running and when I roll onto my side his scent is all around me, like I’m wrapped up in his arms.

Then I remember how he slammed me into the wall with one of those arms.

It was an accident, I know. I was trying to pry him from Jonas before he killed him because if he ever found out what Jonas did, he would kill him.

A door closes and again, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming but I feel myself drift off. I don’t fight it. It’s pitch black. It must be the middle of the night.

The next time I blink my eyes open, it’s not as dark. I see the nightstand, the glass of water.

Unfamiliar.

But then I remember. I’m at the club. Ares brought me to Hayden’s club. I didn’t know there was a whole apartment behind one of the doors of his office, but I know I’m in Hayden’s bedroom. In his bed. And I remember there was a doctor.

I move and the blanket shifts and I find that I’m naked but for my panties. Who undressed me?

I pull myself to a seat, hold the blanket to my chest until the wave of dizziness passes.

Although it’s still dark in the room, there’s a sliver of deep orange light penetrating the slats of the wooden blinds covering the windows.

Ice clinks in a glass and I shudder, remembering that night in my father’s room. Remembering Hayden sitting there in the dark waiting for me.

He’s here now, too. I feel him.

And as my eyes adjust, I make out his form.

Déjà vu.

He’s sitting in an armchair drinking his whiskey and his eyes are locked on me. Watching me. He’s always watching.

I remain still and we stare at each other for a minute. I wonder how long he was standing there when Jonas had me cornered. Wonder how much he heard.

Wordlessly he rises. He’s still wearing his tuxedo shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. The bowtie is gone, and when he takes a clumsy step toward the bed, I look down and see that he’s barefoot.

He comes to stand beside the bed, sips his whiskey then holds it out to me.

I shake my head.

“Do you have anything with him?” he asks.

“What?”

“Jonas. Do you have anything with him?”

I think he’s drunk. He’s slurring his words.

“What time is it?”

He leans down. “Tell me.”

I shake my head. “No. Nothing. Why would you even ask that?”

He straightens, nods his head and finishes his drink.

“What time is it?” I ask again.

“Morning.”

“I’ve been out all night?”

He nods.

I absently go to scratch the back of my head and wince when I feel the bump there.

“I did that,” Hayden says.

“It was an accident, Hayden.” He doesn’t comment. He looks tired, weary.

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