Burn (Story of CI #3) Read Online Free
Author: Rachel Moschell
missionary?” His face told her that was what he expected.
"Uh, no," she drew out the word. What she wanted to say but couldn't: I'm a really good sniper. I work undercover around the world, Jonah.
"I work with an NGO," she said instead. "Called CI. We’re teachers, volunteers, stuff like that. Our base is here in Morocco."
Jonah's eyes widened with surprise. "Oh, cool. Well I work with a company that digitalizes old manuscripts. It's a really good business. International groups pay big money for it. Listen, give me your cell number and let's see if we can get together before I have to head back to the city where I'm working."
Cail breathed deeply as Jonah punched her number into an expensive looking IPhone with a shiny blue case.
He looked really successful, the kind of guy who had a great life and made lots of money.
She should be thrilled that she hadn't scarred him for life. And that he had hugged her instead of knifing her back.
"Anyhow," Jonah continued as he placed his phone back onto the bedside table, "I'm also getting married. In a couple months. Maybe my family told you?"
The fact that Jonah thought Cail still talked with his family stunned her. "Uh, no. I didn't know. That's…great."
"Yeah, my fiancée's from Puerto Rico. She's a realtor in Orlando, and she's really hot." Jonah was grinning.
I'm sure she is.
"So, you'd better be careful," Jonah was continuing, "on your way back to your room. This place is a dump. I had a reservation at the Holiday Inn but they gave my room away. Dropped me off at this place instead. Can you believe it? Tomorrow I will definitely be complaining."
Cail stumbled back towards her room after saying goodnight to Jonah, hearing with disbelief his promise to call her before he headed out of the country for work.
She should be happy for him, a successful job and getting married to a gorgeous girl. He was doing well, enjoying life.
She buried herself under the covers and scrubbed at her wet eyes until morning.
When Cail cracked her eyes open to daylight, she found Wara propped up on a pillow reading a book on her Kindle, bare feet sticking out of the sheets. Cail felt like she might go crazy if she didn’t tell Wara what happened last night, but she just couldn’t. None of her present friends knew about Jonah, except Lalo and Rupert.
Was Jonah Jones still in the room next to hers? Or had he gotten up at first light to hightail it out of this place, shaking the dust off his feet and trying to forget the nightmare of Cail Lamontagne?
Cail’s mouth felt like sandpaper and she drained a bottle of water from her bedside table, then started to check messages on her phone. Anything to take her mind off last night. It was now 8:42. Rupert was going to pick them up at ten in his Land Cruiser and take them to headquarters, a short drive outside of Fez into the mountains. Cail signed into Facebook to see what stupid quotes and inane animal pictures people had been posting.
That is how desperate she was to forget Jonah.
There was an actual message in her inbox, and Cail clicked on it, squinting at the tiny screen. Her heart stalled as she saw it was from Hannah Grace Jones, who she hadn't been in contact with for ages and was definitely not one of her Facebook friends. The message wasn't very long.
Cail Chastity,
I talked with Jonah this morning. He said you are in Morocco. Are you following him? Stay away from my brother, you crazy witch. I will call whoever I have to call. Do you understand? Stay away from him.
And that was it.
She had already fought crying all night. Cail had no tears left.
But inside she was dying.
Soulless Eyes
FEZ FLASHED BY OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, smoky and star-lit and tinted with silvery gray. Wara pressed her forehead against the backseat glass of Rupert's Land Cruiser, taking in the crowded streets. Men leaned against white-washed pillars from another age, wearing pointy-hooded djellaba robes and munching on skewers of barbequed meat.
This city
"Uh, no," she drew out the word. What she wanted to say but couldn't: I'm a really good sniper. I work undercover around the world, Jonah.
"I work with an NGO," she said instead. "Called CI. We’re teachers, volunteers, stuff like that. Our base is here in Morocco."
Jonah's eyes widened with surprise. "Oh, cool. Well I work with a company that digitalizes old manuscripts. It's a really good business. International groups pay big money for it. Listen, give me your cell number and let's see if we can get together before I have to head back to the city where I'm working."
Cail breathed deeply as Jonah punched her number into an expensive looking IPhone with a shiny blue case.
He looked really successful, the kind of guy who had a great life and made lots of money.
She should be thrilled that she hadn't scarred him for life. And that he had hugged her instead of knifing her back.
"Anyhow," Jonah continued as he placed his phone back onto the bedside table, "I'm also getting married. In a couple months. Maybe my family told you?"
The fact that Jonah thought Cail still talked with his family stunned her. "Uh, no. I didn't know. That's…great."
"Yeah, my fiancée's from Puerto Rico. She's a realtor in Orlando, and she's really hot." Jonah was grinning.
I'm sure she is.
"So, you'd better be careful," Jonah was continuing, "on your way back to your room. This place is a dump. I had a reservation at the Holiday Inn but they gave my room away. Dropped me off at this place instead. Can you believe it? Tomorrow I will definitely be complaining."
Cail stumbled back towards her room after saying goodnight to Jonah, hearing with disbelief his promise to call her before he headed out of the country for work.
She should be happy for him, a successful job and getting married to a gorgeous girl. He was doing well, enjoying life.
She buried herself under the covers and scrubbed at her wet eyes until morning.
When Cail cracked her eyes open to daylight, she found Wara propped up on a pillow reading a book on her Kindle, bare feet sticking out of the sheets. Cail felt like she might go crazy if she didn’t tell Wara what happened last night, but she just couldn’t. None of her present friends knew about Jonah, except Lalo and Rupert.
Was Jonah Jones still in the room next to hers? Or had he gotten up at first light to hightail it out of this place, shaking the dust off his feet and trying to forget the nightmare of Cail Lamontagne?
Cail’s mouth felt like sandpaper and she drained a bottle of water from her bedside table, then started to check messages on her phone. Anything to take her mind off last night. It was now 8:42. Rupert was going to pick them up at ten in his Land Cruiser and take them to headquarters, a short drive outside of Fez into the mountains. Cail signed into Facebook to see what stupid quotes and inane animal pictures people had been posting.
That is how desperate she was to forget Jonah.
There was an actual message in her inbox, and Cail clicked on it, squinting at the tiny screen. Her heart stalled as she saw it was from Hannah Grace Jones, who she hadn't been in contact with for ages and was definitely not one of her Facebook friends. The message wasn't very long.
Cail Chastity,
I talked with Jonah this morning. He said you are in Morocco. Are you following him? Stay away from my brother, you crazy witch. I will call whoever I have to call. Do you understand? Stay away from him.
And that was it.
She had already fought crying all night. Cail had no tears left.
But inside she was dying.
Soulless Eyes
FEZ FLASHED BY OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, smoky and star-lit and tinted with silvery gray. Wara pressed her forehead against the backseat glass of Rupert's Land Cruiser, taking in the crowded streets. Men leaned against white-washed pillars from another age, wearing pointy-hooded djellaba robes and munching on skewers of barbequed meat.
This city
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