Free Blindsight: Part Two by Adriane Leigh Page B

in his brown depths. 
    He sucked in a slow breath then ran a hand across the back of his neck kneading at a taut muscle. 
    "Do you want me to get you a drink?" I simpered, trying to play my role as his blind wife for my own safety and thinking red wine sounded more than perfect to calm my own racing nerves.
    “Got Laphroaig’s?” Brant uttered as he stalked to his chair.
    “Of course.” I padded out of the living room and into the kitchen to pull down a bottle of my husband’s expensive vice from the shelf.
    It was then that I heard it.  
    The small unassuming noise that carries with it so much possibility. So much dread.  
    The slamming of a car door, the crunch of steps on the brick sidewalk, and then silence. Loud, stifling silence.  
    Knock, knock, knock.  
    My heart dropped to my feet and I nearly choked on my tongue.  
    “Can you get it?” Brant called from the far off room, and I sucked in a slow breath.  
    I had a fraction of an instant where my mind went back to before I'd run into Hunter on that street, and I knew nothing of the financial affairs of my husband or his company. I could’ve opened that door, head held high and without fear and greeted the visitor with a smile just like I would any other time.  
    But this, this was different. I could feel it. It tightened my throat and suffocated my lungs. “Okay,” I croaked, hoping he could hear me, shuffling my feet into motion.  
    This moment. This was the moment Hunter had been talking about. This is where I chose to survive or go down with Brant.  
    “Hello?” I swung the door open with as much bravado as I could muster and had only a split second to scream before a blanket was pulled over my head and I was rushed from my home.  
    My eyes burned as I was hustled down the sidewalk and shoved into a car. With a soft hum, the vehicle whipped from the curb and we were speeding down the street. Just as we turned a tight corner, I heard car tires squealing to a halt and saw fading red light flittering at the edges of my sight. With my heart thundering out of my chest, I pulled the blanket from my head and swung my eyes around the dark interior of the car.
    “Hunter?” His eyes moved to me, sympathetic for a moment before turning back to the street, his knuckles white with clutching the wheel. “What’s happening?” I struggled to contain my terror.
    “Shit went down tonight,” he said, as if that were the only answer necessary. I turned away, flabbergasted.  
    Hunter's eyes focused doggedly on the road as I sat waiting for his answer. He stared on, as if he hadn't even heard me, his knuckles white as he clutched at the wheel. I'd never seen him like this, so hardened, so lacking the soft comforting side I'd come to know of him. This Hunter was intense, relentless, his eyes sparking with that cold glare that chilled my heart. Had I been wrong all along? Maybe Hunter had betrayed me, was handing me over to JW tonight, and had played me for the fool all along.
    Tears stung my eyelids as I twisted my hands in my lap and thought it was over. If I'd been wrong about Hunter, my life was over tonight. I had trusted him, and it may have signed my own death warrant. And Brant's.
    “He put his hands on you,” Hunter finally growled, yanking me from my anxious descent into fear.
    “Hunter?” My hand shot to my mouth. Of course he'd been watching all night. The timing made perfect sense.
    “He's lucky I didn't kill him.” Hunter's gaze hardened as he focused on the road, the speedometer pushing over ninety miles an hour as we sped through the night, giving no indication that he would answer any more questions. I turned my attention away from his fierce and rugged profile and focused on calming my breaths and my thoughts. Just how much trouble was I in with him?
    By the time we were turning down a darkened road a while later, Hunter's forehead was cut with worry lines, his jaw clenched in the suffocating silence.  
    “Where are we?” I finally