God, he was creeping me out.
“We could work something out, you and I,” he went on as I sucked in breath through my nose and my pulse spiked. “However, I think Mr. Allen needs a lesson.”
Oh God.
He tipped his eyes to the side then he tipped his chin up.
The man came toward me. My eyes darted his way and stayed glued to him as I panted through my nose, struggled against my bonds but it was no use.
He didn’t hesitate before he sunk the blade in my flesh.
Chapter Thirty
Targets
Seven and a half hours earlier in a house in the foothills outside Morrison, Colorado…
“Stop scratchin’.”
“I can’t, it itches.”
“It itches because it’s healin’.”
“I know that, Kane.”
I found myself plucked out of bed then I found my scabby knees difficult to get to since they were planted in the bed on either side of Tack seeing as I was straddling him.
“You’ll scar, you keep scratchin’,” he informed me, fingers tight to my hips, head on the pillow, eyes aimed up to mine.
“It’s not a big deal,” I returned. “They’re almost gone.”
And they were. It’d been four days since I tackled Naomi and the scrapes weren’t that bad in the first place.
“Leave ‘em be,” Tack ordered on a finger squeeze.
My eyes drifted to the headboard and I muttered, “Oh, all right.”
My eyes rolled back when Tack ordered, “Grab the envelope on the nightstand.”
I looked to the nightstand to see an envelope there. I leaned into him, reaching out a hand and I nabbed it. I sat back as best I could because when I leaned, Tack’s hands slid up my sides and he was holding me closer.
“Open it,” he kept bossing. “Tell me what you think. You like it, I’ll get it started.”
My head tipped to the side with curiosity but I opened the envelope, pulled out a piece of paper that at first glance looked like it had kickass doodles on it then my body went still when those doodles penetrated my brain.
“You see you?” Tack asked and I stared at the doodles harder.
Curlicues and spikes, lots of them, familiar.
I looked harder.
There it was.
My name hidden in the design. Tyra.
I held in my hand what would be me, inked permanently into Tack.
My breath left me and my eyes lifted to his.