Cross’s entire body tensed. “Don’t come any closer. Or—”
Logan stretched to full height and stood toe-to-toe with him. “Or what, warlock?” he growled.
“Cross, no!” She grabbed at his bicep. “Please, let’s talk this out.”
A rumble came from deep within his chest. She seriously thought he was going to lunge at Logan, but when she felt the coldness gripping her and the stables shimmering away from her vision, she realized Cross was transporting them. Seconds later, the interior of the cabin appeared around them.
He turned around. “Are you all right?”
“Why did you bring us back here?” She glanced around the cabin. “You should have brought us somewhere else.” Pulling away from him, she turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. “Logan’s right. What if I kill something—someone—else? And I couldn’t bring them back?”
“Sabrina … don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. We can’t go anywhere else. There’s nowhere safe.”
“Why not?” She whirled around to face him. “You can go anywhere in the world! Why is this the only safe place?” Her anger and frustration were bubbling to the surface. “Why can’t I remember anything else? Why won’t you tell me what happened and what I really am?” He didn’t say anything, but she could see the war he was fighting inside. “Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”
“Because I promised!” His eyes grew wide, and he ran his fingers through his hair. “I promised someone … someone important that I would never tell you.”
A pain pinched at her chest, and though she really wanted to ask him who was this person more important than her, she stopped herself. “Leave,” she whispered.
“Sabrina—”
“I said leave!” she hissed. “Get out! I can’t … I can’t look at you right now.”
His face went stony and his jaw hardened.
She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Though she didn’t have to say it, the message was clear. Go.
He let out a breath. “All right. I need to check on a few things anyway.” Then in an instant, he was gone. She collapsed on the bed and curled into a ball. God, the sheets still held a faint trace of his scent, and she buried her nose in a pillow, trying to get as much of it as she could.
Minutes ticked by before she sat up. Cross told her that this was the only safe place for them. But surely that wasn’t true.
She stood up. “I’m done.” Though no one was around to hear it, she said the words with conviction. There was no way she was staying here and waiting for Cross to feed her scraps of information. Not when she could find out on her own. In her memory, her father had been there. He was the one who did this to her, so he had all the answers. She had to get to him.
What to do? What to do? She paced back and forth, twisting the silver ring out of habit. There really was nothing keeping her here, only her own ignorance of where they were exactly. There had to be a way she could leave here. During the barbecue, one of the housekeepers said she drove an hour to the town and back the other day.
Hmmm. She could try to go on foot, but it might take her hours to reach town, and that was assuming she walked in the right direction. The thought of stumbling in the dark in the wilderness wasn’t appealing. If only someone could help her, but Silke would never agree because she was so kind-hearted, and Ransom wouldn’t do it because he wouldn’t want to make Cross mad. If only—
“That’s it!” She snapped her fingers. There was one person here who would be happy for her to leave.
Logan.
She rushed out the door, trying to figure out the direction of the main lodge. Silke had driven them in her truck, but they followed some unpaved trails that had obviously been made by constant traffic. She walked around and found it, then began to walk forward with determination, following the path.
The trail had branched out in some places, and several times she had to backtrack when a path she took ended. She grew frustrated, but forged on. When she finally spied the lodge in the distance, the sun was low behind the mountains. With one last burst of energy, she stomped toward the stables. It was a gamble because Logan might not be there, but she had to try. Relief washed over her when she saw the giant at the end of the stables, patting Georgie on the nose.
“Logan,” she gasped as she toddled forward.
“You.” His mouth twisted, and his eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here? I told Silke—”
“Shut. Up.” She caught her breath. “I know how you feel about me. So”—she took a step forward—“why don’t we help each other out?”
“Help you?” he sneered. “Why would I help you?”
“Because we want the same thing.”
He crossed his massive, tattooed arms over his chest. “And what’s that?”
“For me to leave.”
He stared at her, slack-jawed. “Silke said you had to stay here. And that you had nowhere else to go.”
“Are you going to argue with me or h-h-help me?” It was a miracle she’d lasted this long before breaking. God, she’d never thought she’d be able to talk to anyone that way before. Desperation was helping her grow a spine, it seemed.
“Whaddaya want, then?”
“A ride to the nearest bus station. A-a-and bus fare to New York. And some cash.” On the long walk here, she had thought of asking to use his phone to call her father but then came to the conclusion that Jonathan had to be in on this deception. He was probably the “someone important” who had made Cross promise to never tell her the truth.
Cross was probably on his way to New York to warn her father at this
