Guarding His Heart (15 page)
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Authors: J.S. Cooper
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prologue
“Bianca, where are you?” His voice sounded angry, and I shivered as I opened my eyes.
I stared at the large expanse of dark midnight blue sky through the tree branches and prayed that he didn’t find me. I could see the white-sand beaches from my vantage point. The whole island looked so much smaller from up here. My limbs felt numb, but I was too scared to even move an inch. If he heard the rustling of leaves, he’d know where I was. I closed my eyes again and tried not to think about falling.
“Bianca, this isn’t funny.” His voice was hoarse, and I heard his footsteps moving closer to me. “Bianca, if you can hear me . . .” He paused, and his voice changed. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I heard a branch snap below me, and I knew he was close. All he had to do was look up. If he looked up, he’d be able to find me. This man who’d become my most intimate confidante was now my predator, and I was his prey. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath before looking down. An in- voluntary gasp escaped my mouth as I realized how high up I was. That was my first mistake.
“I’ve found you,” his voice cracked as he looked up at me with dark eyes. “When will you learn? You can’t escape me.”
“Did you hurt him?” My fingers started trembling as I looked back down at him. “Tell me. Did you hurt him?”
“It depends on what you mean by hurt.” He lifted his hands up, and I saw that his fingers were drenched in blood.
I closed my eyes; I had my answer.
“I did it for us,” he said simply, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked me softly as he started to climb the tree. I saw the shiny glitter of the silver knife in his left hand before he placed it into his pocket and my heart stopped beating for a second.
“I trust you.” I nodded and waited for him to reach me. That was my second mistake.
