I’m guessing from the look on your face that it wasn’t, right?” He handed me a bottle of water, and I gratefully accepted. We’ve been keeping him alive because we weren’t sure if it was an accident. “H-he’s still alive? He survived the crash?” “The guy who crashed the van.”Īnd just like that, all the warmth drained from me in a rush. “Who’s Doug?” I put a movie on – one of my favorites, Caddyshack, because God knew I could use a laugh – and curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. “Where’s he going?” I asked Hugo, who led me back through to the living room. Well, that had to be the strangest reaction to a recount of a car crash in history. “Make sure she stays in the apartment,” he told the thug closest to me – Hugo, incidentally – in a deadly voice. This was the Achilles I’d first met in the cemetery: pure predator, with no room for emotion. “I know you’re not going to make an injured girl run!” I called out to him.Īs though I’d struck him from behind, he froze, turning to pin me with that terrifying gaze.
But it was only one man I was focused on – the man who was currently charging towards the stairwell, pushing everything out of his path. I limped into the main office area, where every eye of every thug turned to me suddenly.
“Achilles!” I pushed to my feet, ignoring the ache in my legs at taking the sudden weight. He just got up and left, slamming the door on his way out. Your damn handcuffs meant I couldn’t get into the back of the van before he crashed it.” “Look, you have no right to be angry at me,” I told him, hating the quake in my voice. I edged towards the end of the sofa, pure instinct telling me he was going to pounce and attack at any moment. By the time I’d finished talking, he looked positively murderous.įor a long while, neither of us spoke. Achilles didn’t interrupt once, but I saw the crease in his forehead deepen as I went on. It was weirdly cathartic, getting the story out of my system. But the driver had to have died in the crash, right? So it wouldn’t make a difference if I told the real story, anyway.īesides, I knew those endless black eyes would see right through the smallest lie. I could have lied, of course, and said we’d crashed by accident. It was obvious from his dark look that I wasn’t going to get any answers until I did some explaining, so I told him what I could remember from my trip in the van. “I have a few things to tell you, actually, but first I want to know how you ended up in a head-on collision with a tree in the middle of nowhere.” “Are you going to tell me what happened to me, or will I have to use my powers of deduction again?” When I moved to sit on the edge of the sofa, near his feet, he instantly kicked his legs off to make room.
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