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Did this mean they were all like this? Remington, Pax, Cain, even Stellan? Stellan seemed so caring about his sister…but then, Carrie Stayner had turned into a serial killer as he grew up in the shadow of his missing, kidnapped brother. His family pain hadn’t prevented him from turning into a monster; maybe it had helped make him one.
I forced myself to open the email again, to take a better look at the photo. This time, I memorized the background. This time, I noticed that his tiny wrists were bound with a wide leather strap–something to prevent bruising, something that took a lot of premeditation. This time, I searched for any clues about who he was and where. It had been sent early this morning, after Remington went out with Cain. He hadn’t seen it yet.
I was going to save this kid.
And I was going to kill Remington.
If nothing else, I should be able to follow Remington if he went to meet this child himself. Or maybe he was directing films, just for money, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere. The dark possibilities swirled through my mind, and they included not just how I’d protect this boy like no one ever protected me, but how I’d torture Remington. I had the skills.
Maybe I should stop denying my potential.
His email chimed as another email came in. Same address.
We both want to see you today. Noon.
Relief flooded me. Remington was going to go, and I was going to follow him.
I had my way forward to rescue this kid.
I quickly made it look as if all Remington’s emails were unread. Then I heard a sound in the hallway, just outside the door, and I froze with my fingers over the keys.
There was the scrape of a key over a lock.
Remington was home.
Chapter13
Aurora
Igot down on my belly and squirmed under Remington’s bed. Luckily, someone kept his room so clean that it smelled like pine under his bed. Someone else, because I was sure Remington had never touched a mop. I didn’t know why these guys were such assholes when they’d lived such perfect lives.
My bare feet touched the cool wall opposite me. I made it completely under the bed and twitched the rumpled blankets that hung from the bed just before the door opened.
Remington walked in and threw his keys on top of his dresser, then turned to face whoever was outside the door. “I don’t know, Cain. Maybe you should tell her that you’re sorry.”
Cain stepped into his room, scoffing at that suggestion. Then Cain’s nostrils flared. “Did you have Aurora in your room?”
“No. I leave the cuddling to Pax.”
“Well, it smells like her.”
“Oh, really?” Remington looked amused. “Okay, Mr. Bloodhound. What exactly does she smell like?”
“You know,” Cain said.
“I don’t. I apparently don’t have your skills–you’re like a fucking sommelier and that girl is a fine wine.”
Cain scoffed. “She’s Smirnoff Ice, at best.”
“You don’t believe that for a second.”
Cain crossed his arms and stared him down. “She smells like coconut. You seriously don’t smell it on her? I couldn’t find her perfume in her room.”
That asshole had searched my room.
Well, I would’ve felt violated if I hadn’t been hiding under Remington’s bed.
“Were you going to make the next girl you fuck wear her perfume?” Remington asked with a laugh.
