Part 27 (1/2)
A hand cupped her jaw, fingers caressed her cheek, and the sweet scent of crushed roses drifted over her lips.
”So much power,” someone whispered hungrily.
A hand slid over her abdomen, moved lower, and Rooke jolted.
”Valencia, no,” Melinda said, sounding very far away.
Rooke forced her eyes to focus. Valencia loomed over her, her mouth a fraction away from Rooke's. Her eyes gleamed, golden irises flickering.
a 240 a ”Beautiful,” Valencia whispered.
”Beautiful,” Marguerite crooned, her hands sliding over Rooke's shoulders and onto her chest.
”That's enough.” Melinda's voice whipped through the room like a raging arctic wind.
Rooke gasped, lungs burning. She couldn't escape, couldn't find her way. Couldn't breathe. Cold, drowning, dying.
You're not going to drown, baby. I promise.
Adrian's voice. Adrian.
”No!” Rooke lurched to her feet. Dizzy, disoriented, she thought she saw Melinda fling Valencia aside. She couldn't be sure of anything, wasn't even sure what had just happened. All she knew was she needed Adrian. She needed Adrian, and she fled.
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Rooke, wait,” Melinda called. ”Darling, don't leave. I'll take care of you. Just wait.”
Frantically, Rooke searched up and down the hallway outside Marguerite's salon for the stairs. They'd ridden up in the elevator, she wasn't exactly certain how many flights, and she wasn't sure she could figure out the right b.u.t.ton to push to go down. Besides, she just wanted to keep moving, to get out, to get home. She hesitated in front of a plain door, the only one on the floor with a sign above it. Melinda hurried closer.
”Rooke!”
Rooke pushed open the door, saw the stairs, and hurtled down.
When she could go no farther, she exited and found herself in the lobby.
Outside the darkened street beckoned and she tasted freedom. The guard at the desk asked if anything was wrong, but she didn't answer.
Within seconds she was on the street, and in another minute, a block away. When she stopped to catch her breath, she was aware of the cold for the first time, but this was a brisk, invigorating cold and nothing like the freezing paralysis she'd experienced just a few minutes ago. Her insides roiled with the lingering heat of the alcohol, and her head ached, but the lethargy was gone.
She took a deep breath, felt the bite of winter air in her lungs, and started to walk. After another few minutes, she stopped to take stock.
She had her wallet and her phone. She didn't have her jacket or sweater and now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off, she was s.h.i.+vering.
Walking to the edge of the sidewalk, she watched the traffic. Most of a 243 a it appeared to be taxicabs. After several minutes of trying, she flagged one down.
v Adrian's cell rang and she s.n.a.t.c.hed it off the table. She'd been willing it to ring for the last three hours.
”h.e.l.lo?”
”Adrian?”
”Rooke,” Adrian said with a sigh of relief. ”Hey. Where-”
”I'm right out front. I wasn't sure which buzzer I should push.”
Adrian closed her eyes, berating herself for not showing Rooke which buzzer was hers. ”Just wait in the foyer and when you hear the lock on the inside door buzz, push it open.”
”Okay, thanks.”
Adrian had expected Rooke to call when she was done for the day, so she thought she'd have time to change. She'd worked all afternoon in nothing but ratty old red sweatpants and an NYU T-s.h.i.+rt.
She was barefoot, with no underwear, and hadn't done anything with her hair other than brush it and pull it back in a loose ponytail. She imagined compared to Melinda, who was always impeccably dressed and elegantly turned out, she must look a mess. Before she had time to dwell on her shortcomings, a knock sounded at the door and she jumped up to let Rooke in.
”Hey,” Adrian said happily, swinging the door wide. ”I was just- G.o.d, Rooke! What happened?”
Rooke was pale and shaking. Adrian pulled her inside and slammed the door. She ran her hands over Rooke's shoulders and up and down her arms. ”Are you all right? Are you hurt? Baby, what happened?”
”I don't know.” Rooke sagged against the door and closed her eyes. ”I don't know what happened. Melinda took me to get a haircut.
And then Valencia and Marguerite...” Rooke opened her eyes. ”I don't know what happened. Maybe nothing.”
”Who's Marguerite?”
”A friend of Melinda's. She cut my hair.” Rooke rubbed the back of her neck. ”Didn't she? I...it was all so confusing, like a dream, only I think it was real. I'm not sure now.”
a 244 a ”Just tell me what you remember.” Adrian cradled her face in both hands. ”Talk to me.”
Rooke shuddered. ”I was cold, really cold, and Valencia gave me a whiskey. I couldn't get warm, even though it burned. They were...
touching me...I think they were touching me.”
”Melinda?” Adrian asked with lethal intention. She would kill her for this. Kill her.
”No, Valencia. And Marguerite.” Rooke closed her eyes tightly.
”It was so hard to breathe, so hard to think.”
Adrian sucked in a breath, ruthlessly forcing down her fury.
Gentling her hands and her voice, she said, ”Come sit down.”
When Rooke made no move to follow, Adrian slipped her arm around Rooke's waist and led her to the sofa. She pulled her down and held her tightly. ”What do you remember happening, baby?”
”Nothing, really.” Rooke shook her head. ”I just...I'm not even sure they really touched me, but I felt...here.” She ran her hand down the center of her chest to the top of her jeans. ”I felt hands here...and it made me...Jesus, Adrian.”