Free Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) by Kaycee Kline

hidden from me—his past locked away like it had never happened—and I resented him for it. Whatever the reason, it unsettled me and left me wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
    After the anti-climactic reunion between Spencer and I, he had called in reinforcements to help unchain me. I had been restrained like that for so long that my arms were numb and I had to have help bringing them back down to my sides. It was a painful ordeal, but nothing that wouldn’t heal with time.
    As I sat in the back of the Escalade, being examined by one of the EMS crew that had been called to the scene, an image of Calvin’s bloody face flashed through my mind, the pool of blood surrounding his lifeless body. It all just seemed so surreal.
    When Spencer and Agent Crawford carried me out of the basement and up the stairs, I finally understood why it had taken them so long to find me. The “basement” was nothing more than a square hole in the ground with stairs and a lightbulb, the door to it more like a hatch that was hidden in the floor boards and not easily seen by the unsuspecting eye.
    My thoughts were interrupted as the EMS tech snapped his fingers in front of my face and said to me, “Miss? Hello?”
    I shook my head and focused on his face looming, concerned in front of me. “Sorry. What?” I stuttered.
    “I just need you to stare at the tip of my nose, please. I’d like to check your pupils to be sure everything is dilating properly,” he explained patiently, a warm smile on his face.
    I nodded my head and followed his instructions, focusing my eyes on his nose as best as I could while he shined a flashlight in each of my eyes. I always felt weird when health professionals made such odd requests. Like they had some inside joke going on that us “average” humans didn’t know about and just liked to make a spectacle of us.
    Finally he said, “Okay. All done.”
    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Spencer in, what appeared to be, a heated discussion with Crawford. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was about, but if I had to guess I’d bet money it was something to do with me. Or Calvin. Or both.
    Spencer glanced over at me, then, anger mixed with a tinge of concern and I jerked my eyes back to the EMS technician, acting like I was extremely interested in what he was saying to me.
    “So yeah, I think you’re going to be okay. Your pupils are dilating fairly normally all things considered,” he finished, flashing me his friendly smile again.
    I hadn’t seen myself in the mirror yet, but I could only imagine how hideous I looked, hence the sympathy I was getting from everyone.
    I gave him a weak smile back, hoping it was convincing enough. Suddenly I noticed a blur of motion off to my left and turned to see what was going on. Spencer was coming toward us, his jaw set with determination causing a nervous panic to rise up inside of me.
    For the first time, as Spencer Ford stood beside me, he seemed… unsure. Of all people, I never would have expected this from him, but I mean, I guess I couldn’t blame him. The situation was pretty bizarre. I just couldn’t believe he wasn’t more upset over Calvin’s death. They were brothers , after all. Although, the way Calvin had talked it didn’t seem like Spencer ever wanted much to do with him, hence why he constantly tried to get his attention and approval.
    I shuddered at the thought of Calvin’s confession. How he supposedly killed Spencer’s high school sweetheart, Lauren. I still had no idea if he was telling the truth or not. Eventually, though, I was going to have to approach the subject with Spencer—something I definitely wasn’t looking forward to. I pushed the thought aside and turned to face him.
    “Hey,” he said with uneasiness in his voice, his eyes darting between the EMS tech and myself. “How’s she look?” he asked, as if I was a totaled car being assessed by a mechanic. He wrapped an arm around me gently, but possessively and I had to steel