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didn’t feel right. A few nights
ago, I hacked into your father’s email and saw there were other
things being sent there. Hate mail and more threats. I immediately
saw a pattern regardless of the threats being sent from multiple
email addresses. I declined the job because I thought there was
nothing to it, but when I saw the other things he hadn’t told me
about, I decided to make a snap decision and get y’all out of there
quick.” There’s a twang to his voice I hadn’t heard before. “So
that’s when we broke into your house, and as you like to call it,
kidnapped you.”
    I’m stunned
speechless. After a few moments silence, I ask quietly, “Why didn’t
I know about any of this?”
    Nox shrugs. “I
assume your dad didn’t want you to worry. I don’t blame him. Women
tend to overreact.”
    I blink a moment
before I screech, “Someone is trying to kill me! I think I have the
right to overreact!”
    He runs his hands
down his face and mutters, “There she goes again.”
    Shaking my head in
disbelief, I ask, “What exactly were the threats?”
    “ One threat. Kidnapping and murder of Miss Delilah Flynn. Just
one threat made multiple times.” He says this as if he’s reading
out of a diner menu. No feeling. No emotion. Just cold.
    I’m confused. “Why
me? I don’t go out or anything. I’m at home ninety-nine percent of
the time. It doesn’t make sense.”
    Nox leans his hip
against the kitchen counter. “Well, from the past few days
surveillance I’ve had you under, it has shown me that your father
is more protective of you than your sister. I think that has
something to do with it. But I could be wrong.”
    He’s right. My dad
is a lot more protective of me than of Terah. I never really
understood it. When I asked my parents if I could go to college,
dad got angry. He said he expected that one of his girls would take
over the business and Terah wasn’t interested. She was already at
college. I was basically guilt-tripped into doing an internship at
Flynn Logistics. I do all my studies externally in the warehouse
office and send it off to a training institute to get signed off.
It feels like I’m being home schooled.
    I whisper, “Are you
wrong a lot?” Holding my eyes, he shakes his head. I sigh, “I was
afraid of that.” Then I remember something he said and glower at
him. “You had me under surveillance?”
    He nods. “Yup. Sure
did, darlin’. And don’t look at me like that. You never would’ve
known if I hadn’t just told you.”
    He’s right again.
Shit. Folding my arms in front of my chest, I ask, “How do I know I
can trust you?”
    A small smile lifts
the corner of his lips. “You don’t.” My shoulders slump in defeat
and he asks seriously, “Have I given you any indication that I mean
to harm you? Any indication at all?”
    Being my smartass
self, my mouth opens before I can think about what I’m about to
say. “Well, now, let me think. There was the time when I was
minding my own damn business, and I got restrained and kidnapped.
Then I was blindfolded and taken to a place I’m not even sure is on
a map. Then I was thrown down to my knees while I was being…” I use
my fingers to make slow quotation marks, “…protected. Now I’m here
being told that I can’t see or talk to my family. Indefinitely. You
have no idea of the harm you’ve already done, Nox.”
    Although it felt good to get all that off my chest, as soon as
I see Nox scowling down at me, I regret my decision to run my
mouth. Too late to apologize now. He leans down until we’re almost
nose to nose. “I have a mind to tell you exactly what you can do
with your thoughts, Delilah .” He
smirks when he says my name.
    He
smells good. My cheeks heat. I try one last plea for tonight. “If
you’d just let me speak to my father-”
    But he cuts me off.
“No.”
    My eyes burn with
unshed tears and I hate myself for it. I don’t dare blink because
they’d be sure to fall.
    You’re so weak,
woman.