Page 168 of Prey for You

I was sitting in a very somber room in the Federal building when the text came in. I hadn’t seen Jeremy all day. They’d brought me here to talk to Gerald, but there hadn’t been anything bad, so he was as confused as I was about why they brought me in. And when it was done, they asked me to wait.

Sam’s text buzzed in my pocket. No one was paying attention, so with shaking hands I pulled it out under the table and opened the text.

SAM NOTPRIEST: This is it, beautiful. This is over. You’re mine. You’refucking mine.Thank you, God.

I sat back in my chair, covered my face with my hands, and wept.

I never thought I’d say this, but… Thanks, Dad.

56. On Your Way

~ BRIDGET ~

I tried to leave twice, but they kept telling me there was just one more thing. Yet, they left me sitting in that room alone and I was going nuts. Texting with Sam, celebrating, making plans. He was stuck with his lawyers too, but I needed to get out of there. I needed to move. I needed to be with him!

After almost an hour, I stopped taking their excuses and stormed out of the interview room just as one of the clones was striding up the hall.

“I don’t care what bullshit you need me to do, it’s going to have to be tomorrow, I’m leaving. No one can—”

“I was coming to take you out to the car. I’ve got the orders. I’ll take you out and I’ll drive you home,” he said flatly.

I frowned, staring at him.

He stared back.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Matt.”

“Well, Matt, is this a trick?”

“No. I just got yanked away from my desk and told to take you out to the car and drive you home.”

“And you’re pissed about it?” Something was up, my instincts were prickling. But what the fuck could they do to me now?

“Yeah, I’m pissed. Doyouwant to play babysitter in the middle of your work day?”

Well, either he was a very good actor, or he didn’t have a clue. “Fine.”

I followed him down the hall to the elevator which took us down, down, down to the underground parking that was only forrealAgents—like Jeremy and his clones. Jeremy even parked the Batmobile outside most of the time. This place was for the vehicles they didn’t want people to see.

What the fuck were we doing down here?

I stared at the clone, but he was on his phone. He lifted his head when the elevator stopped, and when the doors began to slide back, he motioned me to go first.

I was so busy watching him that it took me a second to notice the tall form slouched against the wall in the little alcove next to the elevator.

Jeremy.

I tensed and shook my head. “Oh, no. You don’t get to pull this shitnow!”

“I’m not pulling any shit, Bridget. Matt’s still going to drive you home. But he’ll wait in the car until you join him,” Jeremy said, his voice flat and dark, eyes locked on the clone over my shoulder.

The kid sighed, but his footsteps clipped along the cement, ringing and echoing through the empty floor.

I folded my arms and faced Jeremy who was still watching him walk away.

He pushed off the wall and I backed up quickly.

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