Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

But there was nothing.

There was nothing.

I unleashed a roar and kicked a pillow, sending it flying across the room.

I was going to kill him.

No.

Ishould havekilled him when I’d had the chance. I clenched my teeth, turning my gaze to the doorway. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. Sisters or no sisters, this motherfucker was going down.

The softclickof a lock froze me. I held my breath as the sound of footsteps moved in…only they weren’t his. I shook my head.They’re not heavy enough.

Some soft humming came. A woman?

“Hello?” I called out, and the humming stopped.“Hello, can you hear me?”

The steps came closer along the hallway. I scrambled over the covers, straining as she stepped into the doorway. She was a small, older woman carrying a bag full of groceries.

“Hi there.” I smiled, forced a chuckle, and lifted my cuffed wrist. “So, funny story.”

She was nervous, looking over her shoulder.

“My name’s Helene and I was playing around with Riven’s handcuffs and accidentally handcuffed myself to the bed. The only thing is, I left my cell in his car. So, I was hoping I might use yours?”

She gave a small shake of her head, as though the mere sight of this was terrifying.

“It’s my fault,” I said carefully. “And I know Riven will be upset when he sees what I did. But I’m sure he’ll be relieved to know you helped me.”

She scowled.

“What’s your name?” I urged, my heart thundering.

“Maria.”

“It’s just a call, Maria,” I urged desperately. “I’m sure Mr. Cruz will be so very grateful you helped me out.”

Please…come on…PLEASE.

She took a slow step, reaching into her pocket to pull out a scuffed Nokia.

“Thank you.” I tried not to stare at the cell as she came closer.

She carefully handed it over. I smiled at her. “I’m so grateful for this.” I glanced at the groceries in her arms. “I won’t be long.”

She gave a nod and stepped backwards without saying a word. The moment she turned, I opened the flip phone, closed my eyes, and drew up the number I’d committed to memory in the hopes we might one day have a connection.

I stared at the worn keypad and entered the number.

It rang once, twice.

Come on…answer.

“Hello?”

“Viv.”

Silence, then a hiss. “Helene?”