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The evil in his laugh made me cringe. “Because I know the right people. Make the connections. With a face like mine, you can work your way into anywhere.”
I wanted to throw up all the champagne in my stomach. Preferably on his feet.
“The real question is, how did you get into an event such as this? I can’t imagine after the death of your minister fiancé that you stepped up in the world.”
I looked around, needing to find someone. Anyone to get me out of here. I should have stayed with Trev. Why was he here? Roy wasn’t wealthy. He had barely finished college.
His fingers wrapped around my arm, and panic began to claw at me with talons I knew would eventually pull me under. I had to escape. I had to get away. I felt my throat closing, as if he were literally choking me as I stood here.
I moved quickly, jerking my arm from his hold, and then turned and ran for the entrance into the house. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. Nothing mattered but finding somewhere safe to hide. The glass in my hand slipped, and I heard it shatter, but I didn’t stop. I ran inside the Hugheses’ mansion, and without knowing where I was going, I turned down a hallway, hoping a bathroom appeared—or any room I could lock myself in.
I turned into the first room on my left and closed the door, locking it behind me. Books surrounded me. Ceiling to floor on all four walls. A library. I tried to find a focal point and focus on it. I couldn’t let the panic take me. I had to stay alert. I heard myself gasping and felt the burning in my lungs as I fought the phantom hands around my throat.
Breathe, Trinity. Breathe, I told myself.
I began to pace. The grip on my throat dug in deeper. It wasn’t going to stop.
My legs buckled under me, and I kicked off the heels and pulled my knees to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. This was the only way I could find comfort. Closing my eyes, I began to rock.
Block it out. Block it all out.
It would end soon. Soon. It would end soon.
Twenty-Six
Huck
“It’s Trinity. You need to come with me.” The look on Gage’s face was a mixture most didn’t see and live to tell about it. Something was very fucking bad.
“What happened?” I asked as I walked out of Garrett’s office.
“I don’t fucking know, but there’s a son of a bitch who might have seen his last sunrise.”
Frustration over not getting more information and seeing the rage in Gage’s eyes was quickly turning to fear. Where the fuck was Trinity?
“She ran in the house. I can’t find her,” Gage said, turning and looking down the hallway as if the answer would appear.
I pulled my phone from my coat pocket and clicked the app that tracked her. I’d put it on her phone before I gave it back to her the day we took her.
“This way,” I said, stalking past Gage.
My heart was fucking slamming against my chest. I’d left her out there for maybe forty minutes. What the fuck could have happened?
“Who was she with?” I asked as I continued toward the library.
“I don’t know him. I haven’t asked yet. I’ve been looking for her. But his fucking face is memorized.”
My entire body tensed up. Someone had fucked with what belonged to me. Gage wasn’t killing anyone. That was my fucking job.
I grabbed the doorknob to the library and turned. It was locked. Fuck! I pounded my fist on the door.
“Trinity!” I called out.
No answer.
I tried again.
Nothing.
