Forbidden Territory & Forbidden Temptation. Пола Грейвс

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      CHAPTER ONE

      THE VISION CAME without warning, a door bursting open in her mind.

      Frightened blue eyes, red-rimmed from crying.

      Freckled cheeks, smudged with tears and dirt.

      Red hair, tangled and sweat-darkened.

       A terrified cry. “Daddy, help me!”

      Lily Browning pressed her fingers against her temples and squeezed her eyes closed. Explosions of light and pain raced through her head like arcs of tracer fire. Around her, a thick gray mist swirled. Moisture beaded on her brow, grew heavy and slid down her cheek.

      She opened her eyes, afraid of what she would see.

      It was just an empty schoolroom, the remains of the morning’s classes scattered about the space—backpacks draped by their straps over the backs of chairs, books lying askew. The kids were still at recess.

      “Lily?” A woman’s voice broke the silence. Lily jumped.

      Carmen Herrera, the assistant principal, stood at the entrance of the classroom, but it was the man behind her who commanded Lily’s attention. His dark hair was crisp and close-cut, emphasizing his rough-hewn features and hard hazel eyes. His gaze swept over Lily in a quick but thorough appraisal.

      The door in her mind crept open again. She stiffened, forcing it shut, her head pounding from the strain. Pain danced behind her eyes, the familiar opening salvo of a migraine.

      “Headache again?” Carmen asked, concerned.

      Lily pushed herself upright. “It’s not too bad.” But already the room began to spin. Swaying, she gripped the edge of the desk.

      The man in the charcoal suit pushed past Carmen to cup Lily’s elbow, holding her steady. “Are you all right?”

      Lily’s arm tingled where he touched her. Raw, barely leashed power rolled off him in waves, almost as tangible as the scent of his aftershave. It swamped her, stole her breath.

      He said her name, his fingers tightening around her elbow. Something else besides power flooded through her. Something dark and bitter and raw.

      She met his gaze—and immediately regretted it.

      “Help me, Daddy!” The cry echoed in her head. Fog blurred the edges of her sight.

      Swallowing hard, she fought the relentless under-tow and pulled her elbow from the man’s grasp, resisting the urge to rub away the lingering sensation of his touch. “I’m fine.”

      “Lily gets migraines,” Carmen explained. “Not that often, but when they hit, they’re doozies.”

      Lily heard a thread of anxiety woven in the woman’s usually upbeat, calm voice. A chill flowed through her, raising goose bumps on her arms. “Has something happened?”

      Something passed between Carmen and the man beside her. “Lily, this is Lieutenant McBride with the police. Lieutenant, this is Lily Browning. She teaches third grade.” Carmen closed the classroom door behind her and lowered her voice. “One of our students is missing. Lieutenant McBride’s talking to all the teachers to find out whether they’ve seen her.”

      Red-rimmed eyes.

      Tearstained face.

      Frightened cries.

      Lily’s head spun.

      Lieutenant McBride pulled a photo from his coat pocket and held it out to her. She shut her eyes, afraid to look.

      “Ms. Browning?” He sounded concerned, even solicitous, but suspicion lurked behind the polite words.

      Lily forced herself to look at the picture he held. A smiling face stared up at her from the photo framed by red curls scooped into a topknot and fastened with a green velvet ribbon.

      Lily thought she was going to throw up.

      “You haven’t seen her today, have you?” McBride asked. “Her name is Abby Walters. She’s a first-grader here.”

      “I don’t have a lot of contact with first-graders.” Lily shook her head, feeling helpless and guilty. The sandwich she’d eaten at lunch threatened to come back up, and she didn’t want it to end up on the lieutenant’s scuffed Rockports.

      “You’ve never seen her?” A dark expression passed across McBride’s face. Pain, maybe, or anger. It surged over Lily, rattling her spine and cracking open the door of her mind.

      Unwanted sounds and images flooded inside. The lost girl, now smiling, cuddled in a man’s arms, listening to his warm voice tell the story of The Velveteen Rabbit. Red curls tucked under a bright blue knit cap, cheeks pink with—

      Cold. So cold.

      Scared.

      Screaming.

      Crying.

      Grimy tears streamed down a face twisted with terror, hot and wet on her cold, cold cheeks. Panic built in Lily’s chest. She pushed against the vision, forcing it away.

      “We have reason to believe that Abby Walters may have been taken from СКАЧАТЬ