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Once she felt satisfied that her friend was safe and
standing, she picked up her pace.
    Creed and Austen kept Vaughan detained long
enough for us to get decently ahead of them, exactly as I wanted
it.
    “That was on purpose,” she accused me. “To
separate us.”
    There was no point in lying to her. “To
separate you.”
    She glanced over at me then. The first time
she would see me and so I schooled my features to look casual and
careless. I kept my eyes forward as if wary of threats or intent on
our destination and let her look her fill. I knew I was
good-looking; I didn’t need another person to pander to nonexistent
insecurities with bullshit. I knew exactly how I looked and
precisely how women perceived me.
    Even if Reagan didn’t trust me yet, I knew
how she would see me.
    And that it would work to my advantage- that
it was Step One in my ultimate plan.
    My body vibrated with something powerful
while I kept my eyes forward. Her eyes slid to me several times as
she split her attention between me and the forest floor. She had to
pay attention with her arms bound like that, but I could sense her
curiosity and her peeked interest. She didn’t try to hide her
surprise when her eyes fell on my face or her open admiration as
they traveled over my body.
    She seemed to stumble through several
different thought patterns. Her expressions flickered quickly as
they moved with her thoughts until they finally landed on cold
indifference. Her eyes narrowed, her lush mouth pursed, her arms
stiffened again, pulling every muscle into coiled readiness.
    “Where are you taking us?” she asked
evenly.
    “To town,” I answered. This was a test. I
wanted to know if she knew there was a town out here, or if she was
as unsuspecting as her friends had been. Sure they’d realized they
were caught easily enough, but they’d seemed utterly surprised to
get caught in the first place.
    She took a deep breath and nodded. She’d
heard of us. Whether they’d been coming here directly, or run into
Miller during his pathetic escape attempt, she’d heard of us.
    Interesting.
    “You look… well-fed,” she all but accused
me.
    I hid my shock at her willingness to talk.
Maybe this would be easier than I thought. She seemed… difficult.
Not just because she let off this independent-woman vibe, but
because so far, she’d challenged me at every opportunity.
Conversation was good though and I gave her answers easily. These
were building blocks to my end game.
    Besides there was no reason to lie to her. I
held her in captivity- I had the power, I had
the authority.
    “I am,” I confirmed.
    “How?” she demanded. “How are you
well-fed?”
    We exited the forest and onto the edge of the
school grounds. The town was surrounded by thick woodland and we’d
always been isolated from larger civilization. One highway split
the town down the middle and then smaller streets connected Main
Street to the quaint neighborhoods that branched out from the
central hub. This was small town living at its finest.
    Reagan drank in every single sight that
stretched out in front of her. She took it all in with highly
intelligent eyes, intent on memorizing every finer detail. No
doubt, she was mapping out an escape plan, something I couldn’t let
her get away with.
    Hoping to jostle her attention, I said, “We
eat our prisoners.”
    It worked. She jumped at my words and then
her brows snapped down over her dark eyes. She let my words bounce
around in her head, trying to decide if I was serious or not. I hid
another grin while she struggled to feel fear or confusion.
    “Don’t worry, darlin’,” Creed called out from
behind us. He sounded like an ignorant hillbilly with his thick
drawl and I wanted to turn around and shoot him in the gut- let him
bleed out all over the football field he once set all his useless
high school hopes and dreams on. How would that be for irony? “I
never heard not one of Kane’s prisoners complain!”
    I wanted to groan at his