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She pressed her forehead to the car window and watched the scattershot of flakes in the dark sky. So many flakes. “Yeah. Dahlias and roses. At least a dozen different arrangements in the house. There were pictures, Marcus.” Her voice broke and she sucked down the tears that kept threatening to take over. “Tons of them. Of us. Someone’s been watching us almost the entire time.”
Her stomach clenched. Any sense of safety she’d had for the last few months had vanished. As usual, it was just another game for Aimee. They’d thought they were safe, and Aimee had to show them just how wrong they were.
“I’ve had her under surveillance since we relocated you.” Marcus’s voice was sharp and laced with anger. The fact that he was showing any emotion put Bella on edge.
“Yeah well, she’s talking to someone.” Suspicion clouded her voice. “Someone could be listening now.” Could they track them using the same technology that Marcus used?
There was an app for every-damn-thing these days. Hell, she just turned one on herself. She pulled her phone away and pulled up the app.
“Isabella? Isabella, calm down.” Marcus’s voice was tinny in the phone’s ear speaker.
She lifted it back to her ear. “We have to go.”
“No, wait—”
Isabella
stared at her phone for a few seconds before turning it completely off.
“What did he say?”
She looked up at Logan’s face in the rearview mirror. “What if he’s been compromised? How far is Aimee’s reach? Does she have someone on his payroll? Should we even tell him where we are?”
Logan’s eyes were hard—the implacable green was steady and just a little terrifying. That was the Logan she’d seen every single time this woman did something to them. The rage banked under a shield she could never get around.
She never wanted to see that again.
They’d moved and left their life behind just to get that out of his eyes.
And now it was back.
“I don’t know. But I’m tired of running. We’re going home.”
“What?” She sat forward. “What do you mean home?”
“We’re going back to Winchester Falls. This ends now. I won’t have her terrorizing us for the rest of our lives.”
She snaked her arm between the seats to touch his arm. It was stony with tension. Every muscle in his body was locked.
“Marcus said to stop at the nearest dive motel and wait out the storm. He’d get to us in the morning.”
“No, we’re not holing up like a pair of criminals. She hasn’t played by the rules since day one. It’s time we stopped doing it, too.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we won’t be afraid again.” He looked into the mirror at her. “I won’t lose you, Izzy. Not for anything. And definitely not for Aimee Collen.”
The SUV surged forward into the endless flakes that danced in the sky. Beautiful and deadly and mounting.
Thirty-One
She didn’t remember falling asleep. Logan didn’t seem inclined to talk and the endless sea of flakes had been mesmerizing. Bella wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but worry had knotted her up the closer they’d gotten to New York.
The wash of early morning light drifted over the highway. The pale lemon had a different flavor than the silvery gray of Maine. Sparse oak trees were peppered with evergreens and pines. This part of the Adirondacks hadn’t completely lost their leaves yet, but it was close.
November had always been her favorite time of the year. Crisp and cool enough for layers, but not completely lost to mittens and hats, or the burrowing parkas that kept out the whipping cold.
But not this year. This year just felt cold.
