He slid off the stool and went swiftly to the walk-in closet. He exited carrying some of his clothes and a pair of his boots.
He walked directly to the door, turned to her and stated, “I’ll be back in five minutes. Make coffee.”
Then he was gone.
She stared at the door.
What was he doing now?
Then she thought, Five minutes.
Did she have enough time to gather what she needed, bulk up on clothes and get out of there? Maybe even waylay who was out there and ask for their assistance?
No.
It was too much of a risk.
She’d have to do it when he was sleeping. Five minutes wouldn’t give her a good enough head start and if she didn’t manage to find whoever was out there, even with her keen senses in this storm she might get lost.
She didn’t need to go from the frying pan (kidnapped by a madman) to the fire (lost in a snowstorm).
She needed to stick to her plan.
She moved to the coffeepot and it was dripping away when the door opened.
Sonia turned to the door and stared.
Through its frame came Callum followed by another man, dark-haired too, also tall (not as tall as Callum, two, three inches shorter), muscular but without the same bulk. He looked younger as well.
But she stared because he was wearing Callum’s clothes.
What on earth?
They entered, Callum closed the door, the man’s eyes came to her face and then he dropped immediately to a knee.
Sonia braced for action (though she had no idea what she would do) as she thought for a second he might be overcome by hypothermia or something. But she watched as his hand came out to the floor beside his knee and his head dropped down.
Then, in a strong, deep voice that carried across the room but, no matter, she’d have heard it if he said it one hundred feet away and outside in this raging blizzard, he muttered reverentially, “My queen.”
Sonia gawped.
He stayed bowed with head low.
“Rise,” Callum murmured quietly but unmistakably regally.
What on earth?
The man stood and grinned at her.
Then he turned to Callum and remarked, “She’s pretty.”
Sonia’s startled eyes went from the man to Callum who was watching her.
“That she is,” he mumbled and then lifted his chin to Sonia. “Waring needs a cup of coffee, little one, something to eat. See to it.”
Sonia blinked as Callum slapped the man on the back and escorted him into the room.
What was going on?