must be her. What is your name?”
She should demand he answer her first, but she found herself responding. "Sable Ray."
A part of her worried that she wasn’t panicking over the idea that there was a stranger in her room. Who might want to harm her. What was wrong with her? She should be terrified, but his voice, it was so soothing. Scratchy, deep and barrel chested, oddly...familiar.
“What is the color of a raindrop?”
She frowned at the penetrating, searching gaze he had on her. Whatever the answer was, it was important to him. His hands clenched into balls and his jaw flexed as he waited.
The buzz of a fly caught her attention, she watched as it circled around his head once, twice, a third time, before he finally swatted it away. Blinking, she realized she’d gone into a daze.
Blue, of course , but as she envisioned the drop it wasn’t blue she saw. “Red,” was what she said and for the life of her she had no idea why. It just spilled out, from someplace deep inside.
He heaved a deep sigh and hung his head for a brief moment with a small smile. “Thank God, I found you. I was beginning to think you’d lied to me, that the feather—”
Scrunching her forehead she realized he was acting more crazy than her.
“You know what,” he flicked his wrist, “never mind. We need to leave."
"Who are you?" she wheezed.
He winced and she ground her jaw. She didn't want his sympathy.
"I'm Hunter Gray and your life's in danger."
She would have laughed if she could have. "Somebody's not been taking his meds."
"I'm serious." He narrowed his eyes. "I'm gonna help you escape. There's a shockwave getting ready to rip through this place, it is going to open up a sink hole and this will be gone," he glanced at his watch, "in about two hours."
She rolled her eyes. Just another crazy. How had he gotten into her room? "If what you're saying is true, then I hope it burns."
"You always were a pain in my ass," he said it gently and with a long suffering sigh.
"What are you doing?" she asked as his fingers fumbled on her restraints. He slipped one off and she slapped his hand. "Listen, man, I'm the wrong person to mess with."
His actions made no sense. She didn’t know what to do and he wasn’t giving her any time to think anything through.
He took off the other one quicker than she could track his movements. So fast in fact at one point she could have sworn he’d blurred, which was ridiculous and made her wonder what they’d injected her with.
Sitting up, her legs were still strapped, but even though her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and the blood rushing back into her limbs made them ache, it was good not to be on her back. Every muscle screamed in protest as she joined him to slip off the straps on her ankles. When she was finally free he stepped back and she jumped down, almost falling on her butt. The world shifted for a split second and she gripped the rail of the bed until the worst of the vertigo passed.
He was still staring at her, like he knew her. Like he was expecting her to know him. She frowned, beginning to feel the unease she hadn’t been moments ago.
Finally trusting herself not to fall, she let go of the bed as she rubbed her wrists. Jaw throbbing, gums seeping thick fluid, she licked her teeth. Pain was nothing new, it was just another part of her life and one she’d grown used to. She touched her throat, wondering if she had it in her for one good scream should he try anything.
"You're coming with me." His tone brooked no argument.
She scoffed, planting her hands on her hips. "I don’t know who you are, or who you think I am, but I’m not going anywhere with you."
Her words were weak, but she shoved as much bravado into them as she could. She was really not sure about her ability to scream, not after the beating her pipes had taken and without her lungs, she had no way to defend herself. But she would try.
If anything he seemed more determined than ever. His square jaw set in a