Warrior Spirit. Cassie Miles

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СКАЧАТЬ gaze away. He needed to clear his mind, to focus on his mission. That meant he couldn’t allow himself to be attracted to her. It was best if he dehumanized her in his mind.

      Sierra Collins was nothing to him. Only a source of information. She was the subject of his next interrogation.

      Chapter Two

      Sierra awoke with a jolt. Her eyelids snapped open, and she blinked rapidly to bring her vision into focus. Where was she? How did she get here?

      She was seated in a recliner chair with her feet up and her head resting against a pillowed back. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

      In front of her was a plain concrete wall. The paint was a drab color that matched the ceiling. On the wall to her left was a closed door. She craned her neck to see what was behind her. More concrete. This was a small windowless room—a prison cell without bars.

      A shudder went through her as the walls seemed to tighten. She had to get out of here.

      But when she tried to climb out of the recliner, she couldn’t move. Her wrists were fastened to the arms of the chair. Her ankles were also restrained. Around her waist was a wide band that held her in place. What was going on? Why had she been brought to this place?

      Her heart beat faster as she struggled against her bonds. My God, what was going to happen to her? Nothing good. That was for damn sure!

      She pinched her lips together to keep from sobbing out loud, but when she closed her eyes, tears streaked from the corners of her eyes. There was a dull throb at the back of her head. Though she wasn’t in terrible pain, she felt every single one of her recent bruises. And she remembered…

      The funeral. Lyle’s coffin. The men who’d grabbed her. And the one who’d rescued her from them. Trevor, his name was Trevor. He must have brought her here. Why? What did he want from her?

      She heard the door opening, and looked up. It was him.

      “You’re awake,” he said with a smile. “Good.”

      Sierra told herself to be strong. She couldn’t let him see her fear and helplessness. Keeping the tremble from her voice, she said, “If you don’t let me go right now, I’ll scream.”

      “Go ahead.” He shrugged. “The room is soundproof.”

      She opened her mouth to yell, then thought better of it. Her throat was too dry. By screaming, she’d only hurt herself, and she needed to marshal her strength. It was going to take every bit of her tough New York chutzpah to make it through this ordeal.

      When she was growing up on the streets of Brooklyn, she’d done okay. Back then, she’d thought her life was rough. But the occasional mugging and street violence were nothing compared to what had happened after she moved to Montana. First Lyle. Now this.

      She glared at Trevor. “Where am I?”

      He stretched his arms wide to encompass the small space. “This is an interrogation room.”

      “Why am I here?”

      “To be interrogated.” He held a bottle of water in each hand. “You should have something to drink. You’re probably dehydrated.”

      Though the water enticed her, she shook her head. “First, let me go.”

      “Ah, Sierra. I didn’t go to all this trouble just to release you.” He waggled the water bottle before her eyes. “Tell me about Lyle Nelson.”

      “There’s nothing to tell. He’s dead.”

      “When you were dating, did you meet his friends?”

      “Yes.” She eyed the water bottle. Her thirst was becoming unbearable.

      “Give me some names,” Trevor said.

      “I don’t have to tell you anything. Who the hell do you think you are?”

      “I’m one of the good guys. And Lyle was…”

      “Not good.” She sucked on the inside of her cheeks, trying to get her saliva to flow. “And I don’t believe you’re a good person, either. You kidnapped me. You tied me up.”

      “Cooperate, Sierra.”

      “Let me go, Trevor.”

      “You remember my name. I like that.”

      As he came closer to the chair, his name wasn’t the only thing she remembered. They had been riding together, crushed together in the saddle, she’d felt the sheer power emanating from him. What woman wouldn’t be drawn to that?

      Trevor had to be one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Tall and long-legged, his body was in prime physical condition. His shiny black hair hung straight to his shoulders. And his eyes…oh my God, his eyes were an intriguing, piercing blue.

      She didn’t want to be attracted to him. He’d captured her, dragged her off against her will and tied her to a chair. “You’re a monster.”

      He reached behind the chair to place one of the water bottles on something she couldn’t see. A table? A tray? Then he unscrewed the cap of the other and held it near her mouth. “Take a few sips. It’ll help your headache.”

      “How do you know I have a headache?”

      “Dehydration. Come on, Sierra. Make it easy on yourself.”

      She licked her lips. The inside of her mouth tasted like cotton. Though it went against her stubborn grain to do anything he said, she wasn’t a fool. “Okay. I’ll drink.”

      He helped her sip from the bottle. The first cool taste was pure nectar. She wanted more.

      “Not too fast,” he cautioned. “Just a little at a time.”

      When he supported her head with his other hand, she was surprised by the gentleness of his touch. She’d seen Trevor smack down three men with a couple of blows. And he’d rendered her unconscious with a tap on the shoulder. But he held her so tenderly now.

      With a shake of her head, she derailed that train of thought. She’d have to be nuts to trust this man. At the moment, all she wanted was the water. She chugged half the contents of the bottle.

      “That’s better,” he said. “You’re comfortable, aren’t you?”

      “No,” she snapped. “I need to stretch. To move around.”

      “First we’ll have a talk.”

      She wiggled in the recliner, but there was really no point in fighting against the restraints. All she’d do was make herself weaker.

      The way to get out of here was to be smarter than he was. She tried a different tactic. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

      He reached down beneath the chair and held up a plastic container. “Bedpan.”

      Did he really think she’d allow him to pull down her panties? As she gazed along the СКАЧАТЬ