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Everything came rushing back at her. Running from Rick, the kiss, Landon, and the son of a bitch punched her. Oh, he was so getting kneed in the balls next time. How dare he hit her?
The kiss was out of order, but hitting her? Wrong, on so many levels, and it pissed her off even more.
“You’re awake.”
She looked up to see she was in some old house. There was a pine-fresh smell but underneath it all, the smell of decay and mold was easy to detect. She knew her gross smells and this place had seen much better days.
“No thanks to you. You know a single punch to the face can kill a person.”
“I was careful.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got a really bad headache.”
“Who are you?”
“A woman and an earthling. Who are you?”
“Why are you working with my brothers and uncle?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re Landon, right? Hey, Landon. Let me the fuck go.” She was tied to a chair. “W
hat is it with you people and tying me up?”
“Why are you here?”
“That is a question humankind has been trying to figure out.”
“Stop trying to be cute.”
“It’s in my nature.” She wriggled a little more. “Let me go.”
Landon didn’t answer her. He grabbed a chair and dragged it across the ground. The sound only made her head worse.
“Great, you’re an arsehole just like your family.”
“You’re from England.”
“Ding-ding. Someone get this guy a chocolate bar.” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re not Sarah.”
“No, I’m not this precious someone.”
“Then who are you?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” she asked.
“I have no idea. You look like Sarah, but you’re not. You’ve got a mouth on you and you clearly don’t look happy to see me.”
“Why would I be happy to see a madman with a bounty on his head? Some idiot misses, I could be the target.”
“So you do know who I am?”
She sighed. “Look, up until a couple of days ago—I don’t know how long because your stupid uncle likes to drug me—I was all alone in this world. I believed I was the one and only me, but now, I’ve been dragged from my home, brought over here, and told that I could be used to help bring you home. That I’m some kind of connection to you through this dead chick.”
“You be careful.”
“What’s the matter, the truth hurt?”
