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Emma doesn’t deserve any of this.
I try to get up, to see, so I can help her, but my vision is still too blurry and my body feels far too weak. I don’t have a scrap of inner strength in myself. It must be the blood draining from my wound.
Now that’s something Ireallydon’t want to worry about right now. Not when I need to use all the focus I have just to keep myself and Emma alive as best I can.
“You were right,” she tells me when she climbs back in beside me. “There was a fucking tracker. But it’s gone now. We’re going to be okay…”
Ireallyhope she’s right.
TWENTY-ONE
EMMA
What do I do?
My head is all over the place.
My hands are gripped so hard onto the steering wheel that my knuckles shine white.
I’m driving, my muscle memory keeps me going, but I don’t know what the fuck to do now. I didn’t expect to be in this position, in control.
I could go back to my father now.
I could put an end to all of this.
But then what the hell will happen to Owen?
If my dad gets his hands on him, the job might be finished off. They might kill him.
I can’t stand that.
I do have the other option.
Follow the coordinates that Owen gave me before he passed out. But if I do that, will he survive? I’m pretty sure he needs a medical professional to look at him.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. “What do I do?”
Tears prick my eyes as I try to work out what path to follow. I don’t evenknowwhat my gut is telling me right now. Can Ieven trust Owen? I don’t even know why he abducted me. I don’t know if I believe the story he first told me about protecting me.
Yes my bodyguard, Blake, was killed, but the assholes who broke into the cabin spoke Irish and knew my name.
Theymusthave something to do with my father.
So what the fuck is going on?
I turn back to check on Owen again. He’s still breathing, that’s something. I’m glad about that. But I still don’t know what to do.
I’ve never really had anyone that I can trust.
Not fully.
My family, yes, until they tried to marry me off to someone I don’t want anything to do with. My friends, to an extent, but since no one knows the full truth about me and my life, there has always been a chasm of distance between us.
Owen…
Well, that’s the closest I have ever been to really trusting someone.
I know… I shouldn’t trust him, but I do.
