Page 12 of Curvy Hostage Mate
“Will do.” Nolan gave a mock salute while Trent turned off the feed.
Taking a deep breath, I slipped the compact back into my pocket and rubbed my face as I tried to figure out just how bad of a mess I had made, and if there was anything I could do to mitigate the worst of it. But I’d opened the floodgates. There was no turning back at this point.
The door to the bedroom opened. I shot up straight, head swiveling toward the sound of the creaking hinges.
Morgan stood on the other side of the frame. She stared at me, curiosity and suspicion melding on her face as she scrutinized me. Her scent, a mesmerizing mix of rosemary and burning incense, filled the air between us. My wolf stirred at the smell, an overwhelming urge to take her in my arms and kiss her washing over me as primal urges threatened to take control.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both watching the other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“A couple of men from my team,” I said. “They’re still in the Underside.”
We both stared at one another for a long moment, Kendra clearly trying to get a read on the situation.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Her jaw tightened as her arms wrapped around her stomach. “I’m fine,” she mumbled. “I just want to leave.”
She shot me a look, part distrusting, part hopeful. But the expression soured when I shook my head.
“I’m sorry, but it’s too dangerous,” I argued. “I don’t want you in danger. Until I figure out just how badly Cain reacts to you going missing.”
“Being kidnapped,” she said under her breath. I didn’t think I was meant to hear it.
“—I think it’s best for you to stay here to make sure you’re safe,” I finished as if she hadn’t said anything.
“And you know best, do you?” she asked, one eyebrow raised, not bothering to hide her suspicion or annoyance.
I frowned, my brow knitting together as I stared at her. “About this, yes. I’ve worked over a hundred ops at this point. I think I know how to handle these things.”
Her lips pursed, almost imperceptibly. I could see the spark in her eyes, similar to one I had seen on Kendra whenever she got annoyed.
I expected a similar response to her sister: a biting remark, stubbornness, a bit of fire, and I braced myself for a fight.
“Fine,” she murmured. She turned and walked back to the room, closing the door behind her.
I stared, taken aback. That wasn’t the reaction I had expected. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
Chapter 6 - Morgan
For the hundredth time in about a week, I was arguing with Chris. And for the hundredth time, my assessment that he was a conceited, arrogant, controlling jerk was confirmed.
“I’m going stir-crazy in here,” I complained.
“I don’t have any update on Cain yet,” he argued. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go out in good conscience. At least not until I know he’s taken care of.”
“And if that never happens?” I asked. “Am I going to be stuck here forever?”
“You’ll stay here for as long as I decide you need to.” He raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, I would have thought you’d be grateful.”
“Grateful?” I repeated, not bothering to hide my incredulity. I was supposed to be grateful to this asshole? When I was being controlled as much as I had been when I was a slave?
He shrugged, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as he continued staring intently at me. I tried to ignore the way that look seemed to warm my insides and make my stomach lurch with need.
“I saved you from Cain,” he said. “A simple ‘thank you’ would be nice.”
“Saved me by kidnapping me,” I corrected. “If you let me out, maybe even let me see my sister, then I might consider what you did something other than kidnapping.”
