Goddess of Fate. Alexandra Sokoloff

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       What the hell?

      Wherever he was, whatever was happening, he had to get out.

      He made a move for the door and found himself in blinding pain. A veil of gray passed over his eyes and he gasped. Not good.

      Suddenly the car door was opening beside him, and the woman was there. A shock, because he hadn’t heard her approach at all. Normally his hearing was keen as a bat’s.

      She looked startled, then pleased. “You’re awake.”

      With a supreme effort, he pulled the Glock and lunged out of the car, supporting himself by leaning on the roof while he used the other hand to train the gun on her.

      She stood still, looking down at the Glock and then back up at him expectantly, not seeming afraid or surprised at all.

      “How do you feel?” she asked.

      Not exactly the words of someone who was trying to kill him.

      “Where are we?” he demanded.

      “The Sequoias.”

      He felt a rush of relief. It made perfect sense; he should have known right away by the immensity of the trees around him. A real place, not some ancient universe or other world or whatever he’d been thinking it was.

      I must still be pretty out of it, he thought, and then realized he also must have been out for at least three hours—the distance from the city to the national forest.

      “You’ve been driving for three hours?” he asked, unnerved.

      She looked evasive. “Not exactly.”

      “How many hours exactly?”

      “Well, hours,” she said vaguely, “are not all that relevant actually. It’s about time, you see. Time can do strange things.”

      Maybe it was because he was dizzy from bleeding so heavily, but he wasn’t following her at all. He shook his head to clear it. “Let’s start from the beginning. Who are you? What happened back there? What am I doing here?”

      “Someone was trying to kill you,” she said.

      “That part I remember,” he said coldly.

      I was lying on the dock, bleeding... I was thinking I was dead...

      He remembered the dark tunnel that had opened up to him...

       And then what? What happened? The next thing I can remember is being with her. No memory of how, or when, or why...

      “We’ll go to the room,” she said suddenly. “You need to lie down.”

      “The room?”

      “This is a hotel. A lodge, I think you call it.”

      Luke raised his eyebrows. She’d gotten a room? That was an interesting development—if it was in any way true. They could be anywhere. She could be taking him anywhere. Anyone at all could be waiting in “the room.”

      “You can rest, and I can...” She stopped, looking worried, almost as if she didn’t know how to complete the sentence. Not his problem. He had things to do, people to see.

      “I need to call my team,” he told her.

      “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said quickly.

      He refrained, barely, from asking her just what the hell she had to do with it, and simply reached for his phone. But when he speed-dialed his partner he got nothing, no connection. And nothing when he tried Lieutenant Duncan. He lifted the phone and squinted down on the screen. There were no bars, his phone was completely dead.

      “I’ll need to borrow your phone,” he said stiffly.

      She looked distressed. “I’m sorry. I don’t have one.”

       Right, lady, who doesn’t have a phone?

      He was about to insist, search her if he had to—but then he stopped, thinking.

       My CI phones about a shipment and I show up and none of the rest of the team is there and I’m shot, nearly killed.

      She was looking at him as if she understood the direction his thoughts were heading.

      “I got set up,” he said slowly. The realization was like a shot to the gut.

      She lifted her hands slightly in...sympathy? Apology? Agreement?

      “How do you know all this?” he demanded. “Who are you?”

      “We’ll go to the room and I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

      Luke briefly debated getting back into the car and getting the hell away. There was no reason to trust her or think that she wasn’t involved in whatever craziness was going on. But he knew realistically that even if he wrestled her for the keys, he was too injured to get far. He didn’t know what he was getting into, but he was the one with the gun, which meant as long as he could stay conscious, he was in no particular danger.

      “All right,” he said roughly, with a firm grip on the Glock. “Let’s go.”

       Chapter 3

      The hotel was a lodge, par for the course in a national forest, and the room was really a suite—rustic but elegant. Luke kept the Glock trained on the redhead as he looked around: a big bed, lots of polished wood, burl tables, a cozy conversation area of couch and armchairs in front of a fireplace that was already blazing, and big gleaming windows that afforded a breathtaking view of the moon on the cove.

      Very nice. If he’d been kidnapped, at least he couldn’t complain about the accommodations. And only one bed...what a shame. They’d have to share.

      Oh, no, you don’t, he ordered himself. Where did that even come from? Focus. You need to figure out what’s going on here.

      He looked first to the phone on the bed table. As he limped toward it he got a look at the clock above the fireplace: it said 12:16. That couldn’t be right, though; he’d gotten the call at his flat just after eleven, and it was obviously many hours later.

      He picked up the phone...but it didn’t seem to be working, either.

       Maybe best not to talk to anyone until I figure more out.

      He lowered himself to the bed and willed himself not to bleed out. The redhead was watching him anxiously.

      “We’re going to start with you,” he said, “and what you have to do with all of this.” He was beginning to think there was something odd about her. For one thing, she must have been the one who had given him back his gun. Why?

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