isnât turning her back. She isnât doing anything against you at all. Sheâs just trying to move on with her life.â
He studied her, his emotionless eyes boring intoher, through her. âOn the day you get married, I want to see you in your wedding dress. Sylvie denied me that privilege, but you wonât.â
âIâm not getting married.â
âYou might change your mind once you find someone worthy.â
âIâve worked too hard to control my own life. Iâm not giving it up for a white satin dress.â She wasnât giving it up for the opportunity to visit her serial-killer father in prison either. She pushed up from her chair. âItâs time for me to go.â
âAre you going to cut me out of your life as well?â
She had to remain firm. She couldnât let him push her around. âI have to get on with my life, too.â
âYou need your father, Diana.â
âGoodbye.â
âIf someone like that professor ever threatens you again, I want to know about it.â
She paused, memories of Professor Bertram holding her hostage for days, stripping her and hunting her in the forest swept through her mind. âWhy? What would you do?â
âWhat any good father would do. I would protect you.â
âFrom prison?â
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. âIâd find a way.â
What was he going to do? Sic the Copycat Killer on anyone who crossed her path? Was heforgetting he was the reason Professor Bertram had kidnapped her in the first place? That the man was desperate to avenge Kaneâs brutal murder of his daughter? âI can protect myself.â Taking a deep breath, she turned away from Kane and took a step toward the door.
âHe has another one, you know.â
The tremble in her legs spread through her body, centering just under her rib cage. She turned back to face him. âWhat did you say?â
âHe took her last night. After stopping in at your sisterâs wedding reception to pay his respects.â
âThe Copycat Killer?â
âOf course.â
âHow do you know this?â
âI know a lot of things, Diana. Like the desperation a parent feels when kept away from a child. Especially when she needs you most. I could tell you all about it if you would visit me.â
âWhere did he take her?â
âIâm not asking you to do anything a good daughter wouldnât do anyway.â
She didnât have to close her eyes to see the nightmare sheâd gone through in the professorâs cabin play out in front of her like a movie. But where the professor was a grief-crazed father after revenge, the Copycat killed for pleasure. And partof his pleasure revolved around torture and humiliation. âYou canât let him kill another woman.â
âCanât I? What am I going to do about it? Iâm in prison.â
Her stomach swirled, with anger, with nausea. As much as she wanted to walk away, as much as she needed to retain control over her life, she couldnât let an innocent woman suffer. She couldnât let an innocent woman die. Not if she had a chance to save her. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âVisit. Like a good daughter.â Thin lips pulled back in an icy smile. âIâll see you again tomorrow. Weâll have a nice chat.â
Chapter Four
âI told you not to promise him anything.â Reed paused behind their prison escortâs broad shoulders to let the barred door slide open in front of them. He couldnât wait to get Diana out of this damn prison and as far away from Dryden Kane as possible. He knew allowing her to talk to Kane was a bad idea. Heâd been right and then some. Now it was all he could do to keep himself from throwing her over his shoulder and hauling her off somewhere the killer would never find her. Door fully open, the three of them stepped up to the next barred
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