But what if the danger was already inside the house with her?
Now you are letting your imagination run away with you.
Was she really, though? She’d brought a stranger into her home, and that was never a good idea, no matter the circumstances.
Earlier, it had seemed as if she’d had no choice, but now Claudia had to wonder. Maybe she should have left him where she’d found him. All his mumbling about danger … that couldn’t be coming from a good place.
Who dashes out into the middle of an isolated road on a cold, rainy night?
Someone on the run, that was who.
An escaped convict, maybe, or someone fleeing from the scene of a fresh crime.
And she had brought him into her home.
Help him.
Where had that plea come from earlier? Had she manufactured that voice inside her head? Was it a manifestation of her guilt for having come so close to running him down?
Help him? Hadn’t she done just that by setting her own safety aside and letting him into her house? What more could she do for him?
This was so not good. For two whole years, she’d been so careful, painstakingly charting every course, meticulously planning every move and now in the space of a heartbeat, she’d put everything on the line.
Wrapping her arms around her middle, she started to turn away from the window, but in the flash of distant lightning, she saw something at the edge of the woods. A silhouette that looked about the height and size of a large man.
With a sharp sense of shock, Claudia peeled her eyes to the spot, stomach muscles contracting, nerve endings tingling with sick fear. But in another flicker of lightning, she saw that it was only a tree.
She really was letting the night get the better of her, so much so that a shifting log had the effect of a shotgun blast in the silent room. Rattled by her reaction, she walked back over to the fireplace and forced herself to calmly stoke the flames as she gave herself a little pep talk.
All she had to do was stay calm and in control. Morning would come soon. She would drive the stranger into town and she’d never see him again. Her life would settle back into the same routine, and that would be that.
The same routine.
For a moment, loneliness edged away the cold and the fear, and Claudia was given a glimpse of how easy it would be to throw caution to the wind for a fleeting companionship. She was only twenty-four, much too young to be living the sterile existence of a hermit. She craved friends, nightlife, someone special to keep her warm and safe on cold, wet nights.
The solitude of the woods and the isolation of the cabin could sometimes wear her down to the point of risking everything for a single phone call to an old friend. Then she would remember what had been done to Dr. Lasher, and her resolve would be bolstered all over again.
Facing death was one thing, torture quite another.
She warmed her hands over the flames, then picked up her cup. The tea had already cooled, so she drifted back into the kitchen to put the kettle on again. Waiting for the water to boil, she returned to the window, anxious and vigilant.
It wasn’t just her imagination and it wasn’t just the strange situation she found herself in. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it. The unpleasant sensation that nested in the hollow of her chest seemed to grow and tighten with each breath she drew.
So engrossed was she in trying to analyze her trepidation that she didn’t hear the creak of the bed or the soft footfalls that stopped at the open doorway. She never heard a thing, but something alerted her to his presence. A premonition or some imperceptible shift in the air currents. Or that voice in her head maybe. Something …
She turned and there he stood.
As naked as the day he was born.
The candles and fire had burned down so that a soft, flickering glow illuminated the room. He was mostly in shadows, but nothing was left to Claudia’s imagination.
She caught her breath at the sheer symmetry of his form. He was all lean muscle and intriguing angles.
As their gazes met across the murky room, she felt something fiery shoot through her midsection, like a crumbling meteorite streaking its way toward earth. The collision was inevitable, and yet she couldn’t look away. For a moment, she had the crazy urge to rush toward it with arms wide open.
She even took a step toward him and then thankfully good sense prevailed. “Is something wrong?” she asked on a shaky breath.
He said nothing.
She frowned at his unblinking stare. “Are you okay?” A longer silence.
He was starting to make her even more nervous. “I know you can speak,” she said. “I heard you talk in your sleep.”
And then it hit her that he had freed himself. Terror curled in her stomach as she realized just how vulnerable she now was.
Don’t panic. Keep a cool head.
What she needed to do was arm herself as quickly and unobtrusively as she could. The gun was on her desk, just to the left of the front door. She needed to somehow get to it without setting off any alarms.
“The weapon won’t help you,” he said.
Claudia froze. “What?”
“You’re going to die,” he said ominously. “And there will be nothing you can do to stop it.”
Chapter Seven
Claudia lunged for the gun, grasped the grip in both hands and whirled to face him. “Don’t move! I’ll shoot. That I promise you.”
He hadn’t set foot outside the bedroom doorway, and now he gazed at her in bewilderment. “I’m not here to hurt you. I came to save you.”
“Save me?”
Dear God, could that be true? Had someone really sent him here to protect her?
But who? Not even her closest friends knew where she’d run off to or why. She hadn’t even clued in the police.
And why now, after two years of being on her own?
It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this whole crazy situation made any sense, especially her reaction to him. She was afraid and fascinated all at the same time.
And against her better judgment, she felt a welling hope nudge away her suspicion. But only for a moment.
Then her defenses came back up, and she steeled her spine and tightened her grip on the revolver.
Be careful here. Remember your motto: trust no one.
Thankfully, her good sense and natural skepticism came rushing back full force. Maybe he was just trying to catch her off guard. Why he hadn’t attacked her when her back was to him, she had no idea. Obviously, his agenda included more than just murder.
You’re going to die and there will be nothing you can do to stop it.
Her chin shot up. We’ll just see about that.
She wouldn’t go quietly. That was for damn sure.
Still, she prayed it wouldn’t come to that. But if he meant her harm, the gun was her best defense. She just hoped he couldn’t see how badly her hands trembled. She was shaking so hard she didn’t dare put a finger on the trigger. Never put a finger on the trigger unless you’re prepared to shoot. She wasn’t. Not until he made the first move. Then she would blast away. Not without regret, but certainly