authorities on the mainland.”
“They won’t be there,” she sobbed. “It’s been over a day. They’ll have refueled and left.”
Hanson knelt beside her. “We’re on the trail now. As long as we’re moving in the right direction, that direction will lead to your daughter.”
I glanced at the note in Rosalie’s hand. “What about what we found in his room?” I asked. “Fuller went through the trouble of hiding it. The boat is important.”
“I’m certain it was,” Ortiz said. “As his getaway off the island. Unfortunately for Mr. Fuller, he didn’t get the chance to use it.” He nodded at his partner. “We’ll look into it, but our first priority is tracking down that plane and its passengers.”
“We know what we’re doing, gentlemen,” Hanson said. “This better be the last we hear of you playing detective.”
“Bring our girlfriend back and it will be.”
BELLE
I washed the last dish and set it on the rack.
The television blared through the tiny space, playing the news on repeat. If Mal, or I, was hoping for news of the search, we didn’t get it. Apparently all there was to report on this damp island was the end of summer citrine festival.
Quietly, I folded the kitchen towel, set it down, and padded to the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
The slurred question stopped me in my tracks.
“Bed,” I said lightly.
“Wait.”
No.
I picked up my feet, hurrying into the room, and shutting it behind me. The door didn’t lock. The only one in the house that didn’t.
Fully clothed, I found the bed in the dark and pulled the covers over my head.
His advancing footfalls sounded outside the room, each one slicking my palms and echoing in my pounding heart.
The door banged open.
The urge to flee—to knock his drunk ass over, bolt out the door, and never stop running—overwhelmed my instincts. My body screamed down to the cells for me to get away from him.
I lay still. Breathing even. Eyes closed.
“Arabella?”
He shuffled in the darkness. My forehead creased slightly, confused at what he was doing. Then the unmistakable sound of his zipper filled the room.
“Arabella?” The mattress dipped. “Wake up.”
Cold air hit my underside as he lifted the blankets.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over—so fast I nearly cried out.
“Wake up,” he ordered, shaking me.
I flopped limp on the sheets, face smooth and serene as if truly sleeping. It was a testament to how many beers I fed him that he didn’t note how unlikely it was I’d fall asleep this fast.
“It’s been too long, a chroí.” Disgusting, alcohol-tainted kisses peppered my face. “I’ve missed you.”
I held my breath as his fetid air washed over me. Don’t move. He’ll stop. He’ll stop. He has to stop.
Mal slipped under my dress, tugging my underwear down, and the scream rose in my throat.
I didn’t care if he killed me. My mother’s murderer would not have me—or her. If this had to end in one of our deaths, morning light would not shine on both of us.
My right hand curled into a fist.
“Wake up, Arabella.” The fingers disappeared from my thigh and a sudden smack snapped my head to the side. The shock fluttered my eyes open and I made out a bare chest and obvious bulge before they closed just as quickly.
Mal swore under his breath. Hooking his arm under me, he pulled me close and collapsed on top, resting his head in the crook of my neck. Within minutes, his soft snores poured into my ears.
Relief so strong I could cry flooded me—and I did.
Soundless, choking sobs soaked my cheeks, dripping onto my pillow.
This would not work every night. I didn’t doubt Mal chose our new home well. If he got me there, I’d have no escape, and he’d make me his in every way.
I can’t let that happen. Whatever I do, Mal must not get me on that boat.
My eyes drifted to his pants discarded in front of the door. I knew his phone was in the pocket.
Mal had effectively kept it out of my reach since he took me, and plainly, it still was. Any attempt to move could wake him and I trembled at the consequence of him discovering I wasn’t asleep after all.
But I have to get that phone. Text my boys and tell them where I am before it’s too late.
I bit my lip—hard. The sharp rush of pain steadied my mind.
Slowly. Inch by inch. I could do this.
I looked to the clock, counting down a full thirty minutes to ensure he was in a deep sleep