Page 5 of I Will Save You

“I don’t even know who The Basher is.”

Cam sighs, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he runs his fingers through my hair, tips digging into my hairline, making nerves ripple along my scalp. Under any other circumstance, this would be divine.

Right now, though, it’s becoming impossible for me to control my body as my legs begin shaking, mind screaming, a black curtain coming into the outer edges of my vision, sliding slowly toward my nose.

“The Basher is – ”

My legs buckle.

CHAPTERTWO

Cam

Catching her is easy.

Making sure she’s not faking me out to get the advantage is hard.

Treating her like this would be so much easier if I weren’t so fucking attracted to her. If I didn’t want her to be truly innocent. If they haven’t trained her to eliminate me.

When your entire life is one of double- and triple-crosses, you really can’t know.

Ever.

But I don’t think she’s faking. Fainting like this looks damn real as she melts into my arms. Her face goes slack, eyelids fluttering, muscles loose, and bones liquid. That flaxen hair spreads across her cheekbones like a sheer fan.

She’s dead weight.

A breeze blasts the sheer window curtains on the other side of the foyer, gently lifting a stray lock of hair on her cheek. Winnie whines again and comes over to her, nose nudging Paigelynn’s foot.

This could go either way.

She could be skillfully trained and buying time to get her hands on a gun and kill me, or she could be so naive and brainwashed that she truly thinks Jason and Malcolm gave a shit about her. The fact that they didn’t blink when I pretended to be Simon makes me realize how close we were to Paigelynn being kidnapped.

Tortured.

Devoured.

The Basher had plenty of Hannibal Lecter in him.

The thought makes my stomach turn.

Men like her bodyguards have strict protocols for checking in, which means I have a limited amount of time to get her the hell out of here before I trade one mess for another.

I set her down gently on the floor rug and search the bodyguards, finding two additional weapons, tucking them in my waistband. They know what my car looks like and probably called me in already to some higher-up, so for as much as I don’t want to do it, I need to take the van.

The van with two dead bodies in it.

Carrying Paigelynn outside will only arouse suspicion.

Gently, I stroke her cheek until she jolts, shudders, and her eyes open, clouded with confusion.

“Cam?” The second her confusion clears, she skitters away from me, on her knees, hands up.

I stand.

She looks great on her knees. My dick twitches in my pants.

But I could do without the screaming.

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