Page 173 of Hunger


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“Yeah. We left DC and headed south.”

“What? He won’t tell you where you’re going?”

“No, apparently he’s sulking at the fact that Idaredtalk to a male member of the species other than him.”

“Okaaayyy,” Fran drawls as I stare up at him again, the car slowing, the crunch of gravel beneath its huge wheels signaling that the path is now strewn with stones and twigs. “Where exactly?”

“We turned onto this road called Bumpy Oak Road a few minutes ago. And now we’re on this gravel path.”

“Doesn’t he own some huge mansion outside the city?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I respond truthfully. “Being the moody caveman that he is, he’s refusing to answer my freaking questions. I can’t tell if I’m being driven to a house or into the woods to be buried.”

“Well, can he hear you now?”

“Yeah, he’s right next to me.”

“And did he stop you from calling me?”

“No,” I respond.

“Then I’m taking it you’re not about to get buried, babe.”

As my mind flashes back to the protective way he was carrying me down the street, I’d guess that’s probably a safe assumption.

“I mean, he’s letting you call, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck’s sake. Put him on!” she blurts out. “Let me talk to him.”

I put her on speakerphone, lifting the phone closer to him. “Frannie wants a word with you.”

“Greyson.”

“Hello, Fran.”

“Hi. Look, where are you taking Indie?”

“To my home. It’s in the woods just south of Ripley.”

“Why?”

“Because your friend is going to enjoy a very, very severe punishment there. The kind that requires extreme privacy.”

His words seem to make Frannie go mute for at least fifteen seconds during which there is no sound but the rumble of tiny stones beneath the tires of his huge Bentley.

Grey’s head tilts to the right and he makes eye contact with me for the first time since getting in the car. My lips can’t help but part at the deviant way he’s devouring me with his eyes.

“Um… Indie, can you take me off speakerphone,” Frannie asks as Grey turns back to look at the wood-encased path.

Relocating my voice, I say, “Done,” lifting the phone to my ear.

“Um, you sure this is a situation you need rescuing from, hun?” she asks, mild amusement hanging off her words.

“Um… I…”

“Cause I’ll call the police right now if you do…”

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