eyelids. Next, she watched Alex, the man she loved more than her own life, be slammed back against the wall of the cave as Miguel Munoz shot him point-blank in the chest. Her body began to tremble.
The last scene u nfolded at the Grand Luna Ruins. She was standing in the near darkness and saw Miguel, and his evil son, Jorge, standing with who she thought was her mother. Devon defied Miguel by calling Alex and telling him not to come to the ruins. Miguel raised his weapon and shot the woman situated between Miguel and Jorge. She’d had a sack over her head and the dark bloom of blood seeped through the cloth. She’d thought she’d signed her mother’s death warrant.
She jolted awake. Her heart was pounding and it clenched in her chest. She struggled to breath and moaned at the agony of pain encompassing her body. Her shoulder throbbed, as did her head, reminding her of the house crashing down on her and her team… all possibly due to some game being played out by her step-father, Miguel.
She concentrated on drawing in calm, soothing breaths, and turned her head on the pillow to stare into Alex’s beautifully contoured face. His long lashes were closed, hiding his exquisite green eyes. His breathing was deep and even, indicating how far into the rem-cycle he’d fallen. She envied him that kind of sleep. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept that way. No… that was wasn’t true, she remembered exactly. It was during the two weeks she’d slept next to him at the beach. Alex made her feel safe – he was the only one she trusted like that.
Carefully, she raised a hand, and gently touched his face with her fingertips. In a world that seemed out of control, he was her constant, her rock. And just when she needed him the most, he always seemed to be there. Her breath caught in her throat. And now, she was leading him straight into the gates of hell. She swallowed hard and it seemed like sharp shards of glass were sliding down her throat.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from his face, just as she mentally pulled herself away from him. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t involve him in whatever Miguel was planning for her. She was going to have to make this break so harsh, he’d be certain not to follow. Tears stung her eyes. She was going to have to leave him once again. But the difference with this time was that she knew he’d never forgive her. He would consider this the ultimate betrayal and he would well and truly be done. Even though it hurt terribly, she leaned forward and pressed lips that trembled, softly against his.
“I love you, Alex,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you.”
Moving stealthily from the bed, she snatched the notepad on the side-table sporting the hotel’s logo and a pen sporting the same logo and crept into the bathroom. Hastily, she scrawled a note to Alex, in essence telling him goodbye. She swiped at the tears which kept blinding her. Once done, she placed the note where he’d be sure to find it, then snagged a robe provided by the hotel, feeling guilty that Alex would end up paying for it, she slid on her shoes, and crept from the room.
She groaned against the pain in her body and her spirit, and even though her head was fuzzy, and her limbs wobbly, she pressed forward. She really wanted to lose herself in a medicated fog, but just couldn’t risk it. She knew she only had a little bit of time before both Alex and Cash began trying to track her movements. The only ace she had, was that neither of knew where the map had pinpointed Miguel as being. Her immediate plan was to go to her house for clothes and provisions, then find a place to lay low for a couple days. She wasn’t stupid, she knew she was in no shape to be remotely effective in her currently shape. She needed a little time to heal.
Chapter 3
Sunlight beating against his eyelids dragged Alex from his sleep. Groggily, he rolled to the side of the bed and rubbed a hand over his face. As
The last scene u nfolded at the Grand Luna Ruins. She was standing in the near darkness and saw Miguel, and his evil son, Jorge, standing with who she thought was her mother. Devon defied Miguel by calling Alex and telling him not to come to the ruins. Miguel raised his weapon and shot the woman situated between Miguel and Jorge. She’d had a sack over her head and the dark bloom of blood seeped through the cloth. She’d thought she’d signed her mother’s death warrant.
She jolted awake. Her heart was pounding and it clenched in her chest. She struggled to breath and moaned at the agony of pain encompassing her body. Her shoulder throbbed, as did her head, reminding her of the house crashing down on her and her team… all possibly due to some game being played out by her step-father, Miguel.
She concentrated on drawing in calm, soothing breaths, and turned her head on the pillow to stare into Alex’s beautifully contoured face. His long lashes were closed, hiding his exquisite green eyes. His breathing was deep and even, indicating how far into the rem-cycle he’d fallen. She envied him that kind of sleep. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept that way. No… that was wasn’t true, she remembered exactly. It was during the two weeks she’d slept next to him at the beach. Alex made her feel safe – he was the only one she trusted like that.
Carefully, she raised a hand, and gently touched his face with her fingertips. In a world that seemed out of control, he was her constant, her rock. And just when she needed him the most, he always seemed to be there. Her breath caught in her throat. And now, she was leading him straight into the gates of hell. She swallowed hard and it seemed like sharp shards of glass were sliding down her throat.
Slowly, she pulled her hand away from his face, just as she mentally pulled herself away from him. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t involve him in whatever Miguel was planning for her. She was going to have to make this break so harsh, he’d be certain not to follow. Tears stung her eyes. She was going to have to leave him once again. But the difference with this time was that she knew he’d never forgive her. He would consider this the ultimate betrayal and he would well and truly be done. Even though it hurt terribly, she leaned forward and pressed lips that trembled, softly against his.
“I love you, Alex,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you.”
Moving stealthily from the bed, she snatched the notepad on the side-table sporting the hotel’s logo and a pen sporting the same logo and crept into the bathroom. Hastily, she scrawled a note to Alex, in essence telling him goodbye. She swiped at the tears which kept blinding her. Once done, she placed the note where he’d be sure to find it, then snagged a robe provided by the hotel, feeling guilty that Alex would end up paying for it, she slid on her shoes, and crept from the room.
She groaned against the pain in her body and her spirit, and even though her head was fuzzy, and her limbs wobbly, she pressed forward. She really wanted to lose herself in a medicated fog, but just couldn’t risk it. She knew she only had a little bit of time before both Alex and Cash began trying to track her movements. The only ace she had, was that neither of knew where the map had pinpointed Miguel as being. Her immediate plan was to go to her house for clothes and provisions, then find a place to lay low for a couple days. She wasn’t stupid, she knew she was in no shape to be remotely effective in her currently shape. She needed a little time to heal.
Chapter 3
Sunlight beating against his eyelids dragged Alex from his sleep. Groggily, he rolled to the side of the bed and rubbed a hand over his face. As
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