‘And you’ll each be in your proper places at the right times?’ asked Andrew.
‘Of course.’ Jude was getting annoyed now and not doing a very good job of hiding it. ‘This isn’t amateur hour, you know. We know what we’re doing.’
‘Good! Good! But I think it’d be better if Leila makes the pick-up,’ said Andrew. ‘That’s always the most dangerous part of a kidnapping and as a girl she’s more likely to go unnoticed.’
‘Then I’ll go in Pete’s place and make one of the phone calls,’ I volunteered.
‘No. Of all of us, you’re the one Hadley knows the best. We can’t take any chances of him recognizing your voice,’ Andrew said at once.
‘I’m not staying here,’ I said furiously. ‘I’m not a ruddy babysitter.’
‘You’re needed here,’ Jude told me.
‘Why can’t Andrew stay behind and look after her?’ I asked.
‘Because I’m off to another part of the country,’ Andrew replied. ‘And I’m here as an observer, not to do your dirty work for you.’
‘You’ll have to forgive my brother,’ Jude smiled uneasily. ‘He’s still very young.’
‘I’m not staying here,’ I protested.
‘You’ll do as you’re told,’ Jude rounded on me.
I was embarrassing Jude in front of the General’s second-in-command. I’d get it in the neck for that when they all got back.
‘You’re staying here and that’s final.’
Reluctantly I kept quiet, but my outraged scowl told them all what I thought of that idea.
‘Let’s go, people. And remember to keep your eyes and ears open at all times,’ said Andrew. ‘Never underestimate the daggers. A lot of our members made that mistake and they’re either languishing in prison or swinging at the end of a rope because of it. I’ll be keeping a close eye on your situation. A very close eye.’
They all headed out of the door with me trailing miserably behind them.
Andrew turned to me. ‘If the police or anyone suspicious arrives, you shoot the girl first and ask questions afterwards. Get it?’
‘Got it.’
‘Good.’
Jude was the first one to the front door but the last one out of it. ‘Don’t let us down, brother – OK?’ he whispered to me.
‘I won’t,’ I replied.
‘I know you won’t.’ He slapped me on the back and then they went off. I shut the door behind them, and stood in the hallway. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be anywhere near here where I could hear Sephy’s voice, or see her face.
Let me leave, before I forget why I’m here.
Get me out of here, before I break down or lose my mind at all the things I’ve done since we’ve been apart.
I didn’t even have to close my eyes to remember the sight of Sephy’s car driving away from me that day. My life might’ve been very different if I’d read her letter in time, if I’d managed to reach her car before it sped away from me.
I might’ve been very much alive, instead of ice-cold inside.
At least I thought I was – until I saw her again.
Get me out of here, before I do something I’ll regret.
one hundred and one.
Sephy
Lying on my back, I concentrated on breathing regularly. In. Out. In. Out. The pain in my lower abdomen was less than it had been but it was still sharp. My eyes closed and, still forcing myself to breathe in a slow, regular pattern, I moved my hand in a circular motion over my abdomen below my navel.
‘What’s the matter?’
My hand slowed for a moment but did not stop. I turned to lie on my side, my face averted, my eyes now open and wary.
‘Sephy, what’s the matter?’ Callum moved further into the room to stand beside my bed.
‘It’s nothing. Go away.’
I kept my back towards him. Even if I’d been ordered and chastised, I couldn’t have looked at Callum. To look at him would be to weep and scream and beg. And I wasn’t going to do any of those things. Ever. I’d never give him the satisfaction. He was one of them now. My Callum was dead. The mattress sank where Callum sat down. Neither of us spoke. I continued to rub my abdomen. Slow, circular strokes. If only this pain in my stomach would ease – just for a second. Callum’s brother must’ve really enjoyed that thump he gave me. From the continuing feel of it, he’d put his whole heart and soul into it. And my finger was as sore as blazes. Every time I stretched it out, the wound opened up again. Between them, the McGregor boys had really sorted me out.
Without warning, my hand was moved away from my body and moments later, Callum’s hand replaced it. I turned to Callum, eyes wide with shock. I tried to push his hand away. Gently but firmly, Callum placed my hand at my side and continued rubbing my abdomen. I couldn’t breathe. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at my captor.
‘What’re you doing?’ I whispered.
‘You’re hurting.’
‘Like you care.’
At first I thought that Callum wasn’t going to reply.
‘I care,’ he said at last.
‘Then let me go. Please.’
‘I can’t.’
Ashamed of myself for having asked, I tried to turn my head away, but Callum’s restraining hand on my cheek stopped me. He carried on rubbing my stomach. We watched each other in a silence that surrounded us like a bubble of barbed wire. There was no outside, no sight, no sound. The world was reduced to the room we were in. Time was condensed to the moments that passed between us.
‘I love you,’ Callum said softly.
‘Then let me go. Please . . .’
Callum’s finger on my lips stilled the words. ‘I love you,’ he repeated. ‘I told you once before – when you were asleep and couldn’t hear me. I was afraid for you to hear me. But I’m not any more.’
Callum loved me . . .
My heart began to rocket against my ribs again. Yesterday those words would’ve enabled me to fly. But that was yesterday.
‘You don’t. You can’t love me. It doesn’t exist. You told me so.’
‘If it didn’t exist, I wouldn’t’ve cared when I saw you drive off for Chivers. I came after you, you know. But I was too late.’
‘Y-you . . . came after me?’
Callum smiled sadly. ‘I didn’t read your letter until about twenty minutes before you were due to leave. I ran and ran all the way, but I was too late . . .’
I closed my eyes to stop my tears from escaping, but they did anyway. They trickled slowly down my face like solitary raindrops on a window pane. What might’ve been . . .
‘Ignore me,’ I said, wiping my eyes. ‘Just go away, please.’
‘Do you hate me?’ asked Callum.
I was finding it hard to think straight. Callum had come after me . . . He had wanted us to be together. His hand was still stroking my abdomen but it was no longer soothing. Instead it seemed to burn through my clothes and straight down into my insides.
‘Do you?’ Callum prompted.
I shook my head. ‘Another place . . . another time . . . you and I . . .’
‘I don’t know anything about another place and another time,’ Callum interrupted. ‘All I know is here and now.’
And he bent his head to kiss me. He moved so quickly, I had no time to even be surprised. Before I could make a sound, his lips were on mine and I could see nothing but his face, his eyes. His lips were so soft. Even softer than I’d remembered. I’d daydreamed so many times of doing this, until I’d realized that I was dreaming about something that was never, ever going to happen. And then the dream had been, not exactly abandoned, but buried deep where not even I could reach it easily. But now the world had turned upside down and Callum was kissing me. His lips coaxed open my mouth, but there was very little coaxing to be done. I closed my eyes.
This wasn’t real.
None of it was real.
It couldn’t be.
It was forbidden.
Against the law
.
Against nature.
So I was dreaming again. Lost in my own world where there were no noughts and Crosses. Just me and Callum, as Callum and I should be, whilst the rest of the world smiled kindly at us or turned their backs on us – but either way, we were left alone. Callum’s hand moved from my abdomen to my waist and higher. I pushed at his hand but it didn’t move. His kiss became gentler.
‘Callum . . .’
‘Shush! I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I love you,’ Callum whispered against my mouth. His breath was hot and made my insides melt. Uncertain, confused, I tried to pull away, but his kiss grew more urgent and all at once I didn’t want to move away any more. I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him just as desperately as he was kissing me. Like if we could just love long enough and hard enough and deep enough, then the world outside would never, could never hurt us again. And then, it was as if we’d both caught fire. Sort of like spontaneous combustion and we were burning up together.
‘I love you,’ Callum whispered again.
But I could hardly hear him over the sound of my blood roaring in my ears. His hands were everywhere, moving over my arms, my breasts, my waist, my thighs. And every caress, every stroke robbed me of my breath and burnt through my skin. I pulled him closer and closer, my hands moving over his back and his bum and his legs. He sat up, pulling me with him. He raised my hands to pull off my jumper. I unbuttoned his shirt. He unfastened my bra. I unzipped his trousers. We stripped each other until we were both naked. And I was shaking. But not from the cold. I was melting inside. Never had I felt so scared and exhilarated and alive all at once. We both knelt on the bed, facing each other. Callum’s gaze moved down over my body. I’d never realized before just how physical a mere look could be. Callum reached out with both hands and touched my cheeks. He ran his hands over my lips and my nose and my forehead. I closed my eyes, just before his fingers softly touched my eyelids. And then moments later, his lips were exploring my face the way his hands had done. He lay me down gently, his hands and lips still exploring my body. I wanted to do the same to him. I was going to do the same to him. We were going to make this time last for ever. Callum was right. We had here and now. And that was all that mattered. I let myself drift away, following wherever Callum led. Beside him all the way as he led me into a real, unreal world. Not quite heaven. Not quite hell.
I sat up, scrambling for my jeans and my jumper. I couldn’t stop sobbing. My head was pounding and my nose was running and my throat was hurting, but I couldn’t stop.
‘Sephy . . .’ Callum began.
Did I look like him? So miserably unhappy after what had just happened to us? If I did, then I wouldn’t look at him again. His expression was my reflection. I pulled on my jeans and my jumper and hunted frantically for my sandals. I was aware of Callum getting dressed even though I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
Stop weeping . . . Just stop . . .
But I couldn’t. More tears for the impossible. My sandals were on the wrong feet. I didn’t know what I was doing. I kicked them off and tried again, still weeping.
‘Sephy, please . . .’
Callum tried to put his arms around me. I pushed him away. He pulled me toward him again, which just made me cry harder and push against him more frantically.
The door of my prison cell was flung open and in ran Jude and Morgan, only to stop abruptly when they saw Callum and me together on the bed. Callum leapt up, but it was too late.
Stop crying . . . If only I could stop crying . . .
one hundred and two.
Callum
It’s not what you’re thinking . . . It’s exactly what you’re thinking . . . Someone say something. Anything.
Nothing.
‘What’s happened?’ I asked at last.
‘You tell us,’ Jude said with quiet menace.
He kept looking from me to Sephy and back again.
‘Where’s Leila?’
‘Arrested,’ Morgan replied.
‘Where’s Pete?’
‘Dead,’ said Jude. ‘They had undercover police everywhere. They must’ve been monitoring every phone box in town. Either that or they knew exactly where we’d be. Morgan and I changed our locations at the last moment otherwise they might’ve captured us too. We were lucky to escape in one piece.’ Jude looked at Sephy, his face sombre. ‘I thought we could take the girl and move out of this town to somewhere safer, but now . . .’
He turned to me, the rest of his sentence clearly spoken but unsaid.
What have I done? Sephy, forgive me. I’ve killed us both.
‘I’ll pack up all our equipment . . .’ I said.
‘I don’t think so,’ Jude replied. ‘Morgan, go and pack up everything essential. Leave the rest. We’ve got to get out of here.’
Morgan left without a word.
‘Why is she crying?’ Jude indicated Sephy.
My face began to burn. I kept my mouth shut.
‘And her jumper is inside out.’
Jude and I glared at each other. What was I meant to say to that? Nothing. Jude had already made up his mind what had happened in his absence.
‘You stupid, stupid berk. You’ve put a noose around all our necks.’ Jude grabbed me by my T-shirt. ‘We could’ve got what we wanted and let her go, in spite of what Andrew Dorn said. They’d never have found us.’ He punctuated each half-sentence by backhanding me around the face. ‘But not now. You raped her and now it’s her or us. You stupid, stupid . . .’
I clenched my fists and the next thing I knew Jude was flat on his back with blood trickling down from his nose.
‘Don’t you ever hit me again as long as you live,’ I hissed at him.
He sprang up and swung at me. I blocked his arm easily and hit him again. And then we were at it. A vicious, scrappy brawl, with each of us determined to hurt the other more than we were hurting. Something rushed by me but I barely noticed.
‘Stop her! Stop!’ Jude pushed me away. ‘She’s escaping. Get her.’
We both sprung to our feet. I looked around, confused. Where was Sephy? I looked towards the open door and realized. Jude and I both took off after her. We raced out of the front door.
‘Morgan! Round here!’ Jude yelled. ‘She’s escaped.’
I looked around but I couldn’t see her. It was nighttime now, almost midnight, but we had a full moon on our side and there were no clouds, so that was something.
‘There she is!’ Morgan pointed over to the left towards the trees.
I turned, just in time to see Sephy disappear into the darkness of the wood. All three of us chased after her. I had to find her before the others. I needed to find her.
God help me if I didn’t.
one hundred and three.
Sephy
Run, Sephy. Just keep running.
The shadows were long and ominously silent all around me. I ran round tree-trunk after tree-trunk, the moonlight dappling through the branches and leaves above me.
And still I ran. Whatever happened I couldn’t let them catch me. Something sharp dug into my right foot. I cried out, biting my lip a moment later – but too late.
‘Over there!’ A voice cried out from behind me. Too close behind me.
I darted to the right. Where was I? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t see where I was going. It was just – away.
I could hear leaves and bracken crunching behind me. Getting closer.
Hide, Sephy!
I made out the outline of some undergrowth between a clump of trees. For a second, I considered hiding in it but I didn’t want to have to lie down. If I did that and I was discovered, I’d never get away in time. Footsteps approaching. I made for the nearest, darkest tree and hid behind its trunk. I leaned back against it, trying to merge with it, desperate to disappear.
Please, God . . .
The footsteps slowed then stopped. And they were so close. I stopped breathing. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t dare. Pleas
e, God . . .
‘Persephone, I know you can hear me . . .’ Jude’s voice. ‘We’re kilometres from anywhere here. You’ll wander around this forest for days without seeing another soul. With no food. No water. Come out now and we won’t harm you – I promise.’
Silence. Moments later, a muffled curse fractured the silence. I drew a hasty breath before my lungs could burst and held it. The night wind rustled through the leaves all around, making them sound like they were whispering, commenting on what was happening on the ground below them. I opened my mouth and exhaled softly, feeling the warm air dance across my lips, terrified that what I could feel the others would hear. I closed my eyes.
Please, please God . . .
‘Sephy, come out now and nothing will happen to you.’ Jude’s voice seemed further away.
Or was that just wishful thinking.
‘But if you don’t show yourself and we find you . . .’ The threat hung in the air like the very darkness around me.
Footsteps sounded, getting further away. I opened my eyes, my feet already moving to head in the opposite direction only to stop abruptly. I gasped. Callum stood right in front of me, less than a metre away. And the fear I felt then was like a moment spent dying.
‘Callum . . .’ I breathed.
‘What was that?’ A voice I hadn’t heard before asked.
Callum put his finger to his lips.
‘It’s only me,’ he called out. ‘I tripped.’
‘We’ve got to find her.’ The other man’s voice was getting closer.
‘I SEE HER!’ Callum yelled suddenly.
I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him, my heart about to crack.
‘She’s trying to double back on us. She must be heading back for the cabin,’ Callum shouted out.
‘Blast!’
The immediate sound of running. Away from me. Away from us. Callum stepped towards me. He took my unresisting hands in his. He looked up.
‘D’you see Orion’s Belt?’ he said softly.
I looked up and nodded.
‘Always keep it immediately behind you. When you reach the road, turn left on to it and keep going.’