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But she’d be working for Sentry from now on—they could provide her with a phone.
She tried again and this time rolled as far onto her side as she could to get closer to the seal in hopes that she’d connect.
The ringing of the call stopped.
“Lark! Jesus Christ!” Clay’s rough tone washed through her ear. Goosebumps erupted all over her body.
“Clay! I have to talk fast in case I drop the call again.”
“Are you safe?”
“Depends on what you consider safe.”
“Tell me where you are!”
“I’m…in a coffin.”
Silence met her ears. Then he exploded, “Fuck!”
She talked fast, providing information about the people she believed to be responsible.
“I’m going to trace your call. Goddamn fucking shit. How did this happen to you? I should never have let you go into that meeting alone.”
She heard the pain in his voice like sharp spikes.
“You couldn’t have known this would happen. Clay, I have to say this now. There may not be time.”
“Don’t say that!” he roared.
“I love you,” she cried out in a rush. “I know I come off as flighty, but I mean this. I really love you.”
“I know, doll. I love you too. Just sit tight. I’m coming to get you.”
“Not like I can go anywhere.”
A choked noise escaped him. “Stay on the line with me.”
“Okay, but I’m worried about having enough air, so I’m just going to be quiet.”
“Christ, Lark. All right. Stay on the line. I’m coming.”
Tears of relief filled her eyes. Deep down, she knew her time wasn’t up and she wouldn’t die today. But if she did, she’d confessed her feelings to the man she loved. Not many people could say the same.
ChapterEighteen
“Why is there an empty coffin sitting around in a church?” Quaide’s question barely registered in Clay’s brain.
He frantically stared at the phone screen, waiting for something to connect and tell him where to find Lark.
She remained on the line, but for how long? A growl like the pain of a wounded animal vibrated in his chest.
“There’s got to be something else going on in this place. What are we missing?” Quaide continued to spout questions.
Clay rounded on him. “Look, you’re not helping anything with your questions right now. We have one goal: find Lark.”
He didn’t add “before it’s too late,” but he didn’t need to. Quaide’s expression told him that he heard that loud and clear.
Hell, his hands were shaking. Quaide saw it too but twisted his stare away.
