that he was alone with her, her heart started pounding. She never could trust Will. She knew that if he thought he could get away with it, he’d torment her in her sleep or poke her awake so it was his horrific face she’d see when she first woke up.
He wasn’t ugly. He had the kind of features that made women fawn all over him. His connection to her father added to that attraction. Then there was the subtle air of power around him. What most didn’t notice was the cloudiness to the man himself. Instead of a clean, fresh look, there was that edge of violence, a darkness inside that he cultivated – not fought against.
Fear was a tool he wielded well.
In her case, too well. He terrified her. The time her father had mentioned marrying her off to Will so she’d have a strong man to look after her was the only time she’d pleaded with her father to not do something. That she’d commit suicide before she’d become Will’s wife.
Her father had listened for once.
At least then.
She was older now. More aware of how the world worked. Understood men better.
And was even more terrified.
How was she going to get out of this nightmare now?
*
Back in the front lobby, Trevor walked to the entranceway with Stefan. “I’m going to go to the office, see if I can get some work done.”
Stefan nodded. “I need to go see Maddy.”
Trevor grinned. “Just in case she has a free moment in her day to check out Hannah?”
“To talk to her about Anita. That little girl needs some of Dr. Maddy’s magic.” With a sheepish shrug, he said, “And for Hannah. I feel responsible.”
“You’re not, you know that, right?” Trevor hated to see Stefan add anything else to his broad shoulders. That man already took care of half the world. “She might not be one of yours.”
Stefan chuckled. “She already is, you know that.”
“I was hoping you’d take a break from every stray that came your way.”
“Can’t. If the strays come to me, it’s for a reason as you well know. So why don’t you try to figure out what’s going on in Hannah’s world that brought her to my doorstep.”
“She’s hiding.” The words flew out of Trevor’s mouth without thought. She fascinated him but he didn’t know why. Sure he had a thing for lost waifs, but it was more than that. A hell of a lot more than that.
“From what?”
Trevor’s interest was distracted as a large limousine pulled up to the front of the hospital and two men dressed in dark black suits stepped out from the back. A third man exited, sporting silver hair and wearing a jet black suit. They walked toward the front door of the hospital.
“Do you know these men?” Trevor asked.
Stefan turned casually, his gaze sweeping the new arrivals before moving on to the far side of the room and shook his head. “No, I don’t. Should I?”
“The auras say guards. The silver haired man’s aura has a familial connection to Hannah,” Trevor said in a low voice, stepping out of the way as the three men strode past.
“You’re sure?” Stefan’s gaze sharpened with interest as the gentleman strode down the hallway as if he owned it. “Interesting.”
“Very. You sure you want to get involved?” Trevor asked again. “It could get ugly. This guy won’t take any interference lightly.”
“No, he won’t,” Stefan said, his tone wry. “Doesn’t matter. Hannah came to me for help. So I have to help.”
Trevor understood. He’d just hoped his friend would lighten his load. But it wasn’t going to happen. And honestly, the more he saw of this scenario, the more it intrigued him. There was something fascinating going on here. “Do you really think she killed someone?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Stefan said softly. “The question is why and did the other person deserve it.” Then he turned on his heels and walked toward the entrance, calling back, “Keep me in the loop.”
“Will do.” Trevor waited until Stefan was out of sight, then unable to stop