by myself, it would've been simple. Unlock the window and climb out. Awkward in my tight, fancy dress, but definitely doable since I was still on the ground floor. The problem was, I wasn't here by myself.
I couldn't run, not with Gavin still here. I would've called him, but I hadn't my phone. It was still in my purse, somewhere on the floor in the main hall unless one of the guards had picked it up.
I frowned. Well, the easy way wasn't going to work for me. I supposed that meant I was looking for the hard way.
And I had a bad feeling that way was going to involve a weapon of some kind. I began to look for something I could use. The problem was, I didn't need the weapon against Alizee. I could take her, I was sure. The two massive guys outside the door, however...
I'd need something big.
There was plenty of furniture in the room, but it was the heavy, antique kind of wood I wasn’t strong enough to break. Great for a spare room. Sucked for needing a weapon.
I started toward one of the other two doors in the room. One would be a closet, the other a bathroom. I doubted I'd find anything there, but I had to at least look. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
I'd only made it a few feet when I heard noise from outside. Not party noise. Other noise. Bad, fighting kind of noise.
I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but I hoped a fight meant Gavin had figured out what happened and was coming for me. I just couldn't figure out a way he could take down both of those guys on his own. I loved the guy and he was tough, but those two were dangerous.
I tensed as the door opened, not knowing who I was going to see. The person walking in was just about the last person I expected to see.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Pierre flashed a dimple.
“Pierre, oh my God. How did you find me? What are you doing here?” Relief flooded through me as I looked into his friendly face.
He grinned again. “What is the phrase?” he asked. “Rescuing a damsel in distress?”
I was still in shock and searched my brain for a decent response. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Pierre was here! How?
“How did you know I was here?” I finally found my voice enough to ask.
“I have my ways.” He turned toward the door and looked both ways. “What reason did she give for locking you in here?”
“She claimed I stole from her,” I said and started toward the door. “I need to find Gavin. She could be hurting him.”
He held up his hand and I froze, suddenly frightened as to who may be coming from the hallway. He placed a finger against his lips to hush me. I didn’t dare breathing, just listened intently.
Finally, after endless minutes, he whispered, “Can you prove you are innocent?”
“She said I took a bracelet of her. My prints won't be on it,” I whispered back, wondering if was safe to try again. Now that I felt a spark of hope, I feel desperate to get to Gavin.
Pierre opened the door again to peek out, and I began to say we should climb out the windows when I saw them, the two security guards slumped on the ground.
For a moment, I didn't think anything of it, I’d seen unconscious bodies before. It made perfect sense that Pierre would have needed to overtake them to get to me. Then, I realized there was blood, a lot of it and realized Pierre had killed the men, not only knocked them unconscious as I’d first supposed.
Slowly, my brain began to process everything happening around me and I gasped, it all beginning to make horrific sense.
I looked at the guard’s again.
The wide eyes.
A gaping wound across their throats.
I looked at Pierre, trying to understand. The gooseflesh that crept up my skin was evidence I already knew.
He sighed and eased the door closed again, trapping me with him in the spare room. “I wish you had not seen them, that you would have trusted me to lead you out of here without witnessing things you shouldn’t.”
“It was self-defense, right?” My lawyer's brain
I couldn't run, not with Gavin still here. I would've called him, but I hadn't my phone. It was still in my purse, somewhere on the floor in the main hall unless one of the guards had picked it up.
I frowned. Well, the easy way wasn't going to work for me. I supposed that meant I was looking for the hard way.
And I had a bad feeling that way was going to involve a weapon of some kind. I began to look for something I could use. The problem was, I didn't need the weapon against Alizee. I could take her, I was sure. The two massive guys outside the door, however...
I'd need something big.
There was plenty of furniture in the room, but it was the heavy, antique kind of wood I wasn’t strong enough to break. Great for a spare room. Sucked for needing a weapon.
I started toward one of the other two doors in the room. One would be a closet, the other a bathroom. I doubted I'd find anything there, but I had to at least look. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
I'd only made it a few feet when I heard noise from outside. Not party noise. Other noise. Bad, fighting kind of noise.
I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but I hoped a fight meant Gavin had figured out what happened and was coming for me. I just couldn't figure out a way he could take down both of those guys on his own. I loved the guy and he was tough, but those two were dangerous.
I tensed as the door opened, not knowing who I was going to see. The person walking in was just about the last person I expected to see.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Pierre flashed a dimple.
“Pierre, oh my God. How did you find me? What are you doing here?” Relief flooded through me as I looked into his friendly face.
He grinned again. “What is the phrase?” he asked. “Rescuing a damsel in distress?”
I was still in shock and searched my brain for a decent response. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Pierre was here! How?
“How did you know I was here?” I finally found my voice enough to ask.
“I have my ways.” He turned toward the door and looked both ways. “What reason did she give for locking you in here?”
“She claimed I stole from her,” I said and started toward the door. “I need to find Gavin. She could be hurting him.”
He held up his hand and I froze, suddenly frightened as to who may be coming from the hallway. He placed a finger against his lips to hush me. I didn’t dare breathing, just listened intently.
Finally, after endless minutes, he whispered, “Can you prove you are innocent?”
“She said I took a bracelet of her. My prints won't be on it,” I whispered back, wondering if was safe to try again. Now that I felt a spark of hope, I feel desperate to get to Gavin.
Pierre opened the door again to peek out, and I began to say we should climb out the windows when I saw them, the two security guards slumped on the ground.
For a moment, I didn't think anything of it, I’d seen unconscious bodies before. It made perfect sense that Pierre would have needed to overtake them to get to me. Then, I realized there was blood, a lot of it and realized Pierre had killed the men, not only knocked them unconscious as I’d first supposed.
Slowly, my brain began to process everything happening around me and I gasped, it all beginning to make horrific sense.
I looked at the guard’s again.
The wide eyes.
A gaping wound across their throats.
I looked at Pierre, trying to understand. The gooseflesh that crept up my skin was evidence I already knew.
He sighed and eased the door closed again, trapping me with him in the spare room. “I wish you had not seen them, that you would have trusted me to lead you out of here without witnessing things you shouldn’t.”
“It was self-defense, right?” My lawyer's brain
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