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The door swung open, blinding her with the light.
“Move it, you drunk,” one of them muttered, kicking him forward.
Two guards dragged someone down the stairs halfway, and then they let go. Her eyes widened as the man stepped and tumbled down the stairs.
It took everything in her not to move, and her eyes locked in on the guards, who started to laugh.
“Such a fucking drunk,” the first one grumbled, shaking his head.
“Man is such an idiot,” the second one said. “What a waste of space.”
She swallowed, looking at the person that landed at the bottom. They at least had rolled down the stairs more than anything, but she could still imagine it hurt.
Who was this person? And why did they throw them in with me?
The person’s face had a bag over it, giving her no answer to her question. Their arms and legs were tied with rope, just like they had done with her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her captors’ gazes shift to her. She sat completely still, holding her arms behind her and sitting on her legs. She glared as if she was still tied up.
“We will be back for you,” one of them barked as they turned, heading back up the stairs.
She waited as they walked away, making sure not to break eye contact. Once they shut the door, she pushed herself up and rushed toward the person. “Are you okay? Are you injured? It looked like it hurt falling down the stairs like that.”
She could hardly see, but there was a little light from the window. She crouched next to the person who still sat quietly.
“Are they gone?” the person asked, and she froze, knowing that voice.
She’d woken to the voice and sat outside with that voice. She’d watched cows outside while listening to that voice. She’d fallen in love with that voice.
Hope blinked. She was sure she had heard wrong. There was no way that Deimos would have gotten drunk and caught by Tura. There was zero chance of that happening.
“Deimos?” She leaned forward and ripped the bag off his head. Her eyes widened as she looked at him.
He smiled at her, looking overjoyed to see her. “Hope. It’s been a while.”
She blinked, and her mouth dropped. A tidal wave of emotions flowed through her. Happiness, frustration, and anger. “What the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you get caught?”
He didn’t sound drunk. So how had he gotten caught? She didn’t understand. Deimos was a smart man, so what had Tura done to make him fall into his trap?
Deimos could see her confusion and spoke up in a calmer voice. “This is part of the plan.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “The plan was to get drunk and get caught?” she asked, irritated. “Sounds like a brilliant plan, Deimos. Really smart plan you brewed up.”
He tilted his head, giving her a smirk. “Do you honestly believe I would do that?”
No, she didn’t. She couldn’t see Deimos doing anything that irrational. He planned everything and had calculated down to the smallest fraction of everything.
She shook her head and reached for his hands which they had bound. She started on the loops needing to focus her attention on getting him free. “Fine, so you weren’t drinking, but you still got yourself kidnapped, so clearly, there was a flaw in your plan.”
He laughed, and she scowled at him. She wasn’t being funny.
“There was no flaw,” he said, trying to sit up. He kept moving, making it hard for her to untie him.
“Stop moving,” she barked. “And start explaining. You’re starting to confuse me, and I do not like it.”
“Hope, that’s the plan. I went out and acted drunk, so they would take me. It was the easiest way for me to find you without making a mess. The guys are following me here, and we now know where Tura’s hiding his secrets.”
She let his words sink in as she finished the last knot. So, he meant to act drunk and get caught. Did he do this all on purpose?
