Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas #2) - Alison Bliss Page 0,101
as I did, I knocked something over behind me in the process. The clanging noise echoed through the barn.
“Who’s there?” Dan called out.
Who’s there? Was he as deaf as he was blind? Or had he only pretended to be blind all along?
I shifted to see what made the noise, hoping to use the metal object as a weapon, but instead I gasped. An oil lantern sitting nearby had tipped over and leaked onto the ground, catching the musty hay on fire right next to me. Without shoes, I couldn’t stomp it out, but I managed to scoot away from it. Unfortunately, that frantic move only ended up shoving more moldy hay into the flames. The fire grew larger.
I rolled to my side, twisting and pulling my arms to try and loosen the rope binding me, but it only tightened. Luckily, I managed to bend my arms back just enough to get the rope past my rear, where I tucked my knees to my chest and maneuvered my bound hands over my tied feet.
The fire was rapidly spreading and had already started working its way up the interior wall of the stall. I couldn’t reach the tight knots between my wrists with my teeth, so I reached down and untied the knots at my feet.
I’d barely gotten the rope off my ankles and scrambled to my feet when Dan came into view outside the doorless stall. I backed away, watching him feel idly along the wall close to the entrance, as if he were looking for something, though there was nothing there to find. He didn’t even flinch when he turned his head and looked right at me. Almost as if…he couldn’t see me. Guess he’s blind, after all. Which meant…
“Dan…?”
He nearly fell over from the shock. “Jesus fucking Christ! Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you want with me?” He’d had no clue I’d been there all along.
“Dan, it’s me, Anna…Cowboy’s friend.”
“Who gives a fuck? All I wanna know is why you locked me in here. If you’re here to rob me, you can forget it. The wife kicked me out again and I don’t have no money.”
“I…I didn’t lock you in here.” I considered having Dan try to untie my wrists, but then I took in the flames and gathered we only had a few short minutes to get out of the barn before the smoke overwhelmed us. With him unable to see the knots, it would take entirely too long. “Dan, we have to get out of here. The barn’s on fire.”
I hurried past him out of the stall and looked for the nearest exit. The fire had spread to the wall and door, which meant almost a quarter of the barn was already engulfed in flames.
“No shit, Sherlock. Just because I can’t see the flames, doesn’t mean I can’t smell smoke. But I’ve been trying to get out ever since someone locked the goddamn door. No fucking use. It must be barred from the outside.”
“No, you’re wrong,” I yelled over my shoulder, hearing the panic in my voice. To keep from burning my hands, I picked up an old piece of rotting wood and hit it repeatedly against the barn door. The door wouldn’t budge. “Damn it. We’re locked in.”
“Told you that already,” Dan said calmly, obviously not understanding the condition of the barn and the ferocity of the fire.
Toxic smoke filled the room, burning my eyes as I choked up. “No, please! I don’t want to die!” I stood there frozen, shaking my head in disbelief. “This can’t be happening. Not again. It’s just a bad dream. Any minute now, you’re going to wake up.” Damn it, Anna, wake up!
Before I lost control, I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the fire roaring in my ears. But embers popped all around me, and my eyes opened to take in my surroundings. Sinister flames bowed the dry wood, and the old barn creaked, as if it were seconds away from caving in. I almost wished it would because I couldn’t think of a worse death than being burned alive.
Until Dan coughed and gasped for breath.
I stared at him as he continued running his hands along the burning walls, searching for a way out. He was blind and doing everything in his power to get out, while the only person in the barn who could actually see stood there frozen, too terrified to do anything to help. His death