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even sure existed. Now, to top it all off, her dead grandfather isn’t actually dead.
    This can’t get any worse.
    Her head was reeling and she could feel the room starting to spin. It was suddenly as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.
    At this point, Layla was taking in everything happening around her. She had been lost from the beginning, but she saw the puzzled, confused, and desperate look on her friend's face. "Ok," Layla said, standing. She smoothed her hands over her silk pajamas as if it really made a difference and turned for the kitchen. "I know what you need."
    Rayne sat silent and motionless, trying to decipher things. "Ok. So let me make sure I have this straight. Someone, I don't know who, is after something, I don't know what, but I supposedly have it." She paused, locking brilliant blue eyes to emerald green before continuing. "I'm in danger, don't know what from, but my grandfather, who has been dead for eighteen years, mind you, is trying to protect me." She wrinkled her face and held up her hands. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this all sounds?"
    Camden smirked. "Martin Slade is very much alive." He shrugged and continued, "Talked to him just a few hours ago."
    Rayne sat up a little straighter and looked at him with wide eyes. "Why don't you call him now so I can talk to him? Give me some proof."
    He stood and shook his head. "I can't. For the same reason I couldn't just call you to arrange all this instead of showing up on your doorstep unannounced. Whoever is watching you has a device that intercepts calls coming and going from any cellular signal within a one-mile radius."
    She was oddly shocked. The fact that she had been followed and watched for who knows how long was no longer a secret, but knowing that her phone calls had been breached as well ignited within her a new kind of anger. That was the last straw. Her nerves were on edge and she didn't want to deal with it anymore. She wanted her life to go back to normal and be done with it.
    She stood and nearly ran toward the front door. She knelt down and began putting on her shoes. She’d finally snapped.
    Within seconds, Camden was between her and the exit. "What are you doing?"
    She tied her shoes and spoke without looking up at him. "I'm going to give this guy a piece of my mind." She secured the knot and determinedly stood to look up at him. The top of her head didn't quite reach his chin, but she didn't let that stop or intimidate her.
    A chuckle escaped his throat. "Oh really?" he asked, and leaned casually against the wooden frame. "So, someone who is maybe five-foot-four and possibly a hundred-and-thirty-five pounds soaking wet is going out there to give a six-two, two-hundred-twenty pound man a piece of her mind?" He laughed and stepped away from the door. "This I’ve got to see."
    Is he making fun of me?
    She clenched her teeth in anger. She didn't care how big or strong he was. She was at her wits end. She looked him in the eye and reached for the doorknob.
    "Wait!" Layla called from the kitchen. "How about we all just calm down and have a seat? We need to talk logical solutions here." She emerged with a bottle of wine and two coffee mugs, handing one to Rayne. "Drink this and just chill out for a minute."
    Rayne shook her head. Is she serious? “There’s a weird guy in my house and another outside. One, possibly both of them, wants to kill me.” Her brows raised in a skeptical look. “Somehow, I just can’t find any reason to think that drinking wine would be a good idea right now.”
    Camden scoffed. “Trust me, if I wanted you dead, you would be.”
    She shot him a glare that dared him to speak again. It was a look that actually made him draw back slightly.
    Huffing a sigh of defeat, she moved back to the couch and let herself fall into it again. They were both right, and she knew it. She was nothing more than a sitting duck. Even if she did go out there, she'd probably be shot before she even made it off the