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“No! You’re going to answer for your crimes!” Torus pulled harder and the human’s flimsy shirt ripped in his grip.
Unfortunately, this allowed the human to get his vehicle started.
“You’re fucking crazy, man!” he shouted as he gunned the engine. The expensive sports car—looking considerably worse for the wear—sped away leaving Torus with nothing but a piece of fabric clutched in his fist and the Rage still pounding in his brain.
He wanted to go after the human male—wanted to catch him and drag him out of his vehicle and fucking end him. He?—
What about Molly?
The thought intruded, over-riding even his Rage. Torus suddenly remembered that his mate might be hurt. Who knew what in the Seven Hells that bastard had done to her before Torus had made it back to the bungalow?
With a low curse, he rushed back to the little dwelling and ran inside.
The fresher door was still locked and he could hear frightened breathing coming from inside. Torus was reluctant to even knock on the door—he knew from his dreams that Molly had been trapped by her ex in this same situation, locked in the fresher and praying he wouldn’t get to her and hurt her.
“Molly?” he called, trying to use his softest, most soothing voice. “Sweetheart? Can you hear me?”
When there was no answer, he tried calling through the TET link again.
“Little bird, please come open the door. The human male is gone—it’s just me. Please come to me.”
But there was no answer through the TET link either.
Torus wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t going to knock or bang on the door but he was worried about Molly. He could feel her terror and sorrow through the link—it was working in a kind of wordless loop through her mind and she seemed powerless to break free of it.
Since he couldn’t send her words, he sent emotions. Love…caring…protectiveness…he sent and sent through the link, praying that at least some of what he was sending would get through to her and bring her out to him.
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MOLLY
Molly didn’t know how long she was in the black hole. It was like a void had opened up inside her and it was filled with terror and horror and the awful fear of what he would do to her once he finally got to her. He was Zach—she could vividly remember how his face would twist with rage when he got angry at her for the least little thing.
But wasn’t there also some glee in his anger? Yes—he enjoyed being angry with her—he liked tormenting her. It was the same kind of mean pleasure a bad man gets when he kicks a dog or runs over a cat. Inside she knew he was laughing at her, even as he was raging—laughing at her helplessness, at her fear, her…
Wait. What’s that?
The little thought that popped up in her head interrupted the loop of fear she had fallen into.
Molly listened…and felt. There it was—the sensation again. It was like a single ray of sunshine trying to reach her, down in the black hole she had fallen into. It felt warm…loving…caring…compassionate.
Soon she found it wasn’t just a ray of sunshine—it became more solid than that. It was a kind of rope made of all those positive emotions. Tentatively, Molly took hold of it. When she did, the warmth became much stronger and she felt the powerful presence of someone who cared about her deeply on the other end.
Slowly, hand over hand, she began to pull herself out of the hole. She could still hear the terror and fear and all the bad memories of Zach and the hundred ways—both big and little—that he had tormented and hurt her, but she found she could ignore them now. She concentrated on the rope and before she knew it, she was climbing out of the hole she had fallen into.
Molly opened her eyes and looked around. She was crouched in the corner of the bathroom, wedged between the toilet and the wall with her arms wrapped around her knees, which were drawn up to her chin. How had she gotten here?
She had a memory of the man at the door holding flowers, chasing her, screaming questions…
No, don’t think about it! You’ll slip back into the hole!
Molly pushed the bad memories aside and rose on shaky legs. A glance in the mirror showed that her eyes were wide and shocked looking—they were also red rimmed from crying. Her hair was a mess too. She thought about staying for a moment to fix it, but she felt very strongly that the person who had thrown her the rope wanted to see her.
She was wobbly as she moved past the sink and put her hand on the brass knob of the bathroom door. Her other hand hesitated over the lock. Was it safe to open it? But she didn’t hear any shouting from the other side and no one was banging on the door. She felt only love and longing—someone wanted to see her very badly—someone who cared deeply for her.
Taking a deep breath, Molly flipped the lock and twisted the knob. She opened the door but when she tried to leave the bathroom, she stumbled over Torus’s long legs.
The big Kindred was sitting right there, beside the bathroom door. Molly gasped as she tripped but he reached out strong arms to catch her and pulled her into his lap.
