Because he knows damn well I would run.
There might not be anyone else on the homestead at the moment, but there are plenty of places to hide and weapons to be found.
But his words fully register, bringing on a whole new level of panic.
If he was going to keep me here in the cabin, he wouldn’t need to “grab” anything.
Bile climbs my throat.
Where is he taking me?
“Connor, what the fuck are you planning?”
He scowls and goes to a small door on the far wall, tugs it open, and grabs a heavy-looking hiking backpack from the floor.
“What is that?”
“My go bag.”
“Your what?”
Connor doesn’t respond, just throws it over his shoulders, then walks over to another cabinet and grabs a handgun, which he slides into his waistband.
“What the hell do you need that for?”
His head whips toward me. “Do you really have to ask that?”
Ice travels through my veins that matches the frosty look in his eyes.
It’s gone just as quickly, though, and he walks over to me and glances down at my bags on the floor. “Are you going to make me carry you and these?”
“Carry me where?” It never crossed my mind that we might be going anywhere but here, that this wasn’t our final destination. “Where are you taking me?”
That stubbled jaw of his hardens. “Away from here.”
A growl of frustration rips from my throat, and I stomp my foot. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I’m giving you.” He raises a dark brow. “So, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?”
I gape at him.
Is this actually happening?
“Jesus Christ, you’re a lunatic…”
He offers a tight smile. “Probably, but that isn’t an answer to my question.”
I scowl at him.
Some part of me would take really intense pleasure in making him carry me, the backpacks, and my computer bag to wherever we’re going, but I don’t want this man’s hands on me again.
Definitely not.
I huff. “At least let me talk to Willow before we go.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s just you and me. It’s how it has to be. So, easy way or hard way?”
I release an annoyed breath.
