Lazaro's Revenge

She’d just finished circling the circumference of the dark dining room when she heard a cough behind her.

“Lose something, Zoe?”

“No.” She rose and brushed off her hands. It was so dark she could hardly see him but she felt him, felt his energy from ten feet away.

A little bit of moonlight fell through the window, illuminating his profile. “You’re not cleaning, are you? Luz wouldn’t like it.”

“I’m not cleaning.”

“Then what are you doing creeping around the house at three-thirty in the morning?”

A long lock of hair fell forward, brushing her cheek, and she tucked it behind her ear. “You know what I’m doing. You know what I want.”

“You won’t find a phone.”

“Not even a computer jack?”

“I’ve taken precautions. I’ve been quite thorough.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“I’ll go back to Kentucky, I’ll call Daisy and tell her I changed my mind about coming out—”

“No.”

She felt dangerously close to losing it, to screaming and crying and begging. “This isn’t fair.”

“But we’ve already discussed this, and we know life isn’t always fair. If life was fair your mother wouldn’t have died after your birth. If life was fair your father wouldn’t have Alzheimer’s. If life was fair your only sister wouldn’t have moved halfway around the world leaving you to take care of your sick father—”

“How…how…do you know all that?”

“This wasn’t a random abduction, Zoe. I made sure I knew what I was doing.” He flicked on the dining room light fixture, a large iron and crystal chandelier. “Now go back to bed and get some sleep. You need it. We both need it.”

In a white T-shirt and loose black cotton pajama pants with his black hair ruffled, he looked incredibly male. And human. He looked like a man that knew all about women. He looked like a man that knew how to use his hands, his body and his mouth.

Heat seeped through Zoe’s limbs, color sweeping her cheeks. She hated that she could find him physically attractive when his character was so appalling. He was awful, cruel, twisted. “I hate you.”

She hadn’t meant to say it. But the words slipped out anyway.

His dark head merely inclined and his beautiful lips shaped into a small shadow of a smile. “I know.”

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