I got up and stretched with a moan. The soft carpet on the floor warmed my feet. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I looked good—well, as good as I could look when I’d just woken up. A good night’s sleep could do wonders, apparently.
I brushed my teeth, and then put on my clothes from last night, hating it instantly, because they smelled like cigarettes and the bar. I couldn’t wait until I could actually go home and change, but for the moment, they had to do. I fixed my hair in a knot and picked up my cell to check on Soph, but then saw I had a new e-mail.
My heart stopped, because I’d never programmed my phone to receive my e-mails. Then the crushing reality of what was happening came back.
Sociopath.
He must have gotten hold of my phone. With shaking hands, I clicked on the inbox icon and my heart stopped.
One day.
Sociopath
My body broke out in a sweat; it was hard to control the shaking of my hands as well. What he meant was pretty clear. One day of freedom, and then I would be his next victim.
What the hell was I doing here anyway? Dominic. I needed to show it to him; he would know what to do.
He was all I had to help me deal with the sociopath. I ran from the room and unexpectedly slammed into a hard body. I probably would have fallen back if it weren’t for the strong arms that steadied me. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Without a single doubt, I knew Damian was in front of me.
My body was on high alert and my mind became fuzzy. God, they were twins! How could I feel such a difference?
“Hi.” It was barely a whisper, and his body tensed at my words, but his arms didn't let go. I licked my lips and cleared my throat, because all this was ridiculous. “I was looking for Dominic.” His eyes hardened and he took a step back.
“He’s in the shower.”
“Oh.”
“I can show you to his room if you want. Or you could join him.” Was there sarcasm in his voice?
I crossed my arms in a defensive stance, and before I could stop myself, I blurted, “I didn't sleep with him.” Then it made me feel like a fool, because I didn't owe this guy any kind of explanation. Why the hell did I have the need to explain?
“Not my business, Sapphire.” His tone was cold and indifferent, and it hurt a little. He wouldn't even care if someone else touched me? He whispered all over my skin that night in the study, made me promise I’d never give it to anyone else. Was it a lie? Or how he generally operated with girls? Promised them everything, and then could barely stand them in daylight? I straightened my spine and nodded.
“Right, just wanted to make it clear that I can’t really go in while he showers. Could you, um, tell him that I need to talk to him?” My voice was hopeful and I tried to smile, but he just gave a humorless grimace and started to walk off down the hallway.
“No.” And with that one word, the door of his room, I assumed, closed, and I was left standing like a fool in the middle of the hallway, while neither of them was with me. This shit took the word weird to another level.
Suddenly, I heard a loud ringing sound, and it took me a second to realize it was coming from my hand. It was an unknown number. With a frown, I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Sapphire Blake?” the low masculine voice asked, and it sent goosebumps down my body, and not in a good way. I had a bad feeling about this.
“Yes.”
“New York Police Department. We are calling you regarding Sophie Parker.” My body went cold, and it was hard for me to say anything, but somehow I found the strength to answer him.
“Yes, I’m her friend.” The silence lasted for several seconds on the other end of the line, and then the man sighed heavily.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Blake, but we need you to come to the station and pick her up. She is claiming that you will pay her bail.” Relief washed through my body and I exhaled freely.
She was okay.
Not dead.
Thank God!
“Of course. What’s the address?” He dictated it and warned that the amount might be an issue, but what else could I do? I needed to go to her and check what the hell happened last night.
“Sapphire?” Dominic called out, and then he was coming out of his room, smelling like expensive cologne, hair in a messy bun again, but now his eyes were covered in stylish black glasses and he’d changed his sneakers to loafers. Had to say, he looked much better in this style, although his clothes were still a size too big. He finished his shower so fast? “Is something wrong?”
“Sophie. She’s at the police station. Apparently she did something last night, and now I have to bail her out.”
His expression looked pissed and he laughed mockingly. “And she wants you to fix it, doesn't she?”