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shard of glass from between two of her fingers, tossed it aside
and put his thumb flat and hard over that wound.
“Hold your arm up. That’s a good girl.”
“I want to talk to her.” Josie struggled to her feet, holding
onto Stephen only long enough to get her balance. She yanked
away from him as she pulled up her t-shirt and wrapped it
around her hand to stop the bleeding. “I need to talk to her
now.”
“Kyle!” Reynolds barked. “Do you want me to call my
security?”
“Now is not the time to fight me, Josie.” Stephen watched
Reynolds and whispered a warning. “Later, my girl.”
He put an arm around her and tightened his hold when she
resisted. Josie’s eyes flashed, but his gaze deepened and his
expression gave warning. She didn’t heed it. Her head snapped
toward Emily. She pulled and pulled some more trying to get
away from Stephen as she cried to Emily.
“Why did you leave? I want an answer. Why?”
Stephen dug his fingers into her ribs. Josie started to pull
back, she was ready to fight him if she had to, then the
realization of what had happened hit her broadside. Confusion,
nausea, anger, fright, and the voice of reason collided and
Josie was caught in the eye of the storm, suspended and
paralyzed in the silent core. Sensing he had the upper hand,
Stephen steered her toward the door, raising his voice for
Reynolds’ benefit.
“Here you go. I have you well in hand. I served in her
majesty’s army. Didn’t wait for a medic when one of us took a
shot. Tough boys, those. You would have done well,” he
blathered.
“I deserve to know,” Josie began, but Stephen had her well
in hand.
“Shhh, love. You’ve got a tiger by the tail. We will figure
this out bit by bit.”