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previous anniversaries being this excruciating, this restless.
A nagging, wretched thought in the back of her mind toyed with the idea of a
real-life, sadistic tormentor who plagued her. Perhaps the one responsible for
the disappearances tortured her. What did they want? And what would they gain
by torturing her already tenuous soul?
    Kendra called Randal. He must’ve known
she didn’t want to practice, because he prepared for another annual getaway. Perhaps
this night, an all-expense-paid trip to a lovely little hotel room with one
bed, room service with Kendra’s favorite food, and a profound conversation
elevating into flirting and touching, would lead up to a normal relationship
with a normal guy.
    He arrived less than thirty minutes
later. Kendra waited for him at the top of the stairs, her hair damp and heavy,
which she hadn’t bothered to dry or comb. The room smelled of soap, shampoo,
and lotion from the recent shower.
    She felt his gaze on her and, from the
corner of her eye, saw the stupid grin he sported.
    Don’t let him interfere, the voice
murmured, overtaking her thoughts. She shook her head.
    “You okay?” Randal asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Headache?”
    “Mm, hmm,” she muttered.
    “So, not up to training today?”
    “Don’t think so.”
    “Maybe this will help.” He placed broad
hands on her slender shoulders and rubbed.
    “Mm, feels good.”
    Kendra laughed to herself. She knew
exactly what Randal thought.
    “So, where we going today?” he muttered
into her ear, his fingers still working their magic.
    It felt so good that Kendra almost
forgot her troubles. “Hm? Oh, I’m going to stand it out today.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked with obvious
concern. He paused in his massage, more intrigued with her words than in a
touch.
    Usually, Randal whisked Kendra off to a
different town, and they rested up in a hotel room with two beds in a solemn
getaway. Her parents couldn’t be more upset about these escapes, but they knew
if they called the police to retrieve her, things would get worse. They knew
where she went, how to reach her, called her often during the night, and waited
on pins and needles until she came home. Her parents might have verbally
threatened Randal, but they wouldn’t drive away Kendra’s only friend.
Fortunately for everyone involved, nothing ever happened. Kendra curled into a
ball, passed out, and Randal left her alone.
    “Yeah, time to face it.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to get away
with me? I made reservations.” He unexpectedly gave her earlobe a gentle bite.
    Shockwaves rattled through her chest and
stomach. How could she not be attracted to him?
    Liam’s hiss resonated in her head.
Kendra jerked. That was how.
    “What is it?”
    Kendra clutched her head, pulled her
knees to her chest, and bent over them.
    “Headache?”
    She grumbled.
    Randal sighed, and leaned back.
    A few moments passed in absolute and
momentary delirium. Kendra lost herself to the pain of the headache.
Disorientation hit when she sat up and glanced over her shoulder at Randal.
Randal watched her with a half-smile.
    “It seems every time I try to kiss you
or do something, you get like that. Is it just that you don’t want to? Because
you can tell me. I’m not a little boy. I understand. It wouldn’t affect our
friendship.”
    He seemed collected, but she knew he
didn’t really want to hear that. No guy did. How could she tell him the truth,
correct his assumption with something far worse?
    “That’s okay.” He straightened himself.
“I’m not going to press for an answer right now.” Randal sure wouldn’t pursue
an answer if it meant Kendra had to tell him to his face she didn’t like him.
    “It’s not that.”
    “Then what?”
    She groaned. “You’ll think I’m crazy.”
    “I won’t.” He leaned forward, nudging
her shoulder with his, encouraging her to confide in him.
    “I hear his voice.”
    “Whose?”
    “Liam’s, and yeah, it’s weird. I don’t
hear