I’m still hard at work getting book 3 of the Mind Readers ready. I’m hoping for a mid Sept release, in case you’re wondering. I know some of you are eager to read book 3 and so as a little treat, I have another excerpt! It’s not long, but hope you enjoy!
“Where is he?” I demanded.
Maddox glanced at Lewis’ empty cell, his face revealing no emotion. “He’s gone.”
“Gone where?” I jumped to my feet, stumbling as the room spun. He started to reach for me, but I jerked back. I didn’t want him to touch me, couldn’t stand for him to put his hands on me.
With a sigh of frustration, he moved away and paced the small space. It was then that I noticed Maddox wore a dark suit, an expensive suit, and the memory of the party at the compound came back to haunt me. Maddox, the Maddox I thought I had known. How could he do this to me?
He dragged his fingers through his hair. “Why? Why the hell did you return?”
“You know why!” I sank onto my cot and covered my face with my hands, too exhausted to deal with him now. The sleep deprivation was driving me insane. My skin itched, my insides were numb, my head muddled.
“Yeah, I do know why, to save your boyfriend. Problem is he’s worse off now!”
I jerked upright. “What do you mean?”
He flung his arms wide. “Where do you think he is? Getting a freaking massage and seaweed wrap? You think they’re not going to use him to get to you?”
I shivered. I believed him, but I also didn’t dare trust him. There had to be a reason why he was spilling his guts, and I didn’t believe for a second that he cared. “You’re just trying to scare me.” I surged to my feet. “I know they’ve got cameras on us. I know they can hear everything you say. You’re just saying this to frighten me, and get what you want.”
He stepped closer, seething. “Yeah, they now know I’ve told you, but I’m only here to warn you, nothing more. I’m telling you because at one time we were friends.”
“Yeah, great friends who betray each other. Just like you and Nora, huh?”
He actually flinched at the comment, and I wondered for a brief moment if he still cared about her.
“At one time we might have been friends, but no longer. I trust you as much as I trust my dad.”
He shook his head. “You won’t listen to reason, but you’ll see soon enough.”
Without another word, he turned and opened the cell door. I wanted to call out to him, to beg him to help us, but my pride wouldn’t allow it. He locked the door behind him, and left. I waited…waited until his heavy footsteps fell silent and the corridor went empty.