“Yeah.”
When I finally get my hands on them…
“Are you sure?” Lux asks. I can see the unease dripping out of her.
I wasn’t planning on telling her this, but… “I’ve met them before.”
“What do you mean you’ve met them?” She gasps.
“I met them at a club the night you were taken,” I admit.
“Wait…you were at the—”
“Where did you find this?” I interrupt, knowing I’ve already said too much.
She points to the top of the bookshelf. “Up there.”
Lux will figure out sooner or later that we saw each other the night at the club, but right now is not the time for a full explanation. Because once we get into why I was investigating Andrew in the first place, she’ll find out who I really am.
Someone I don’t ever plan on showing her.
“Why would he be so careless as to keep a paper copy of their schedule?”
“Maybe he thought it would be safer, since things are easier to track electronically nowadays.”
“Sebastian?” I say, knowing he’s been listening to our entire conversation. “I’m sending you a photo of it.”
“On it.”
I face Lux again, finding her sitting with her legs crossed on the hardwood floor. “We should get out of here.”
“I’ll meet you back at the house,” Sebastian tells me before disconnecting from the device.
I stand and put everything back in its place before I offer my hand to help her up, which she eagerly accepts. I gently tug her up and our bodies almost touch, but then suddenly a crash of thunder rattles the windows.
Lux startles and buries herself into me. Enjoying her delicate touch, I wrap both arms around her and rest one of my hands on her back.
“It’s only the storm outside,” I reassure her.
“Oh…sorry.” She backs away, apologizing, but I’m eager to hold her again. Her eyes flick upward, holding mine with a fiery gaze.
Intertwining my fingers through hers. “Let’s take you home.”
We sneak out of the house as easily as we came in—and without knocking over any furniture this time. Rain pours the entire drive to her townhouse. I guide my car to the front of her garage, turning the engine off.
I twist in my seat to face Lux. “Safe and sound.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, but she’s not looking at me.
I’m not sure what happened between the moment she made the discovery and driving her home, but she appears dejected, and I feel the strange need to know why. Cautiously, I reach over, gently slipping two gentle fingers under the fabric of her mask before sliding it off, gliding along her soft skin.
“What’s wrong?”
She sighs. “I hate knowing this is going to happen to other women.”
“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Lux’s large brown eyes dart up to mine. “How can you guarantee that?”
