Antonio is having to deal with the consequences of his actions. He seems willing to share about himself to the reader. Ciara has a job to do but at what cost. She doesn’t seem to want to reveal anything about herself. Are they alike or are they different? This seems to be a good reason to see where this book is going.
One thing I found interesting is that Antonio has a connection to one of the author’s other series. You won’t need to know that series in order to enjoy this new one but you may find yourself curious as to what his connection is. If so, and you haven’t already read the series, go check out our author’s Reed Security series.
It was interesting to watch how our author could take some serious moments and still make a way to get the reader to laugh – maybe even shake your head a time or two. That’s a great way to keep the moment light and not bring down the scene so that it feels dark. But all the scenes seem realistic and that includes a lot of the questions that get asked. With the news, sometimes they ask a question and even though they can’t hear me I will come right out and say “That’s a stupid question”.
Not once in this story did I feel that need. Those questions were there to help me try and figure out, with everyone else, what was going on. Ms. Lagomarsino then finds the perfect way to bring her story to a close - it fits our couple perfectly. Make sure to check out her Also By section - you may find your reading card getting full for the foreseeable future.
My eyes flashed up to a man running down the mountain, slipping along the way as he tried to reach me.
“Help!” I shouted. “I’m stuck. I can’t get out!”
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. For just a moment, I wondered if he was here to kill me instead of save me. As he approached and looked around the car, I noticed his face was ruthless, evil. I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. It didn’t matter who he was, as long as he got me out of here.
“Do you have anything to break the window?” he shouted.
Break the window? I searched around the car frantically, but everything was laying haphazardly after the tumble down the mountain. I had no clue if there was anything to help me.
“Do you have a window punch?” he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
“I…I…”
“It would be under the driver’s seat,” he said calmly. “I need you to check.”
Nodding, I brushed my hair out of my face, only to come away with a sticky hand. I stared down at the red that coated my hand, watching my fingers shake in terror.
“Lady, you need to get moving!”
I nodded, but before I could move, the car shifted backward, dropping down the mountain a good ten feet before hitting another tree. I screamed, grasping onto anything I could. When the car stopped moving again, I closed my eyes and fought the nausea swirling in my stomach.
The man was outside the car again, this time with a gun in his hand. My breath seized in my chest as I stared down the gun. Oh God, he really was going to kill me.
“Calm down,” he said, lowering his gun slightly. He looked through the window, and then back at the car. “I’m going to shoot out the window, but this car isn’t going to hold. Once the window’s broken, I need you to climb out right away. Okay?”
I nodded, but it all felt robotic. All I could focus on was that damn gun.
“Duck down, okay?”
I did as he asked, but inside, I was shaking. I heard the crack of the gun and my head jerked up as I heard more glass breaking. He was using the gun to break out the rest of the glass.
“Move!” he shouted, kicking me into high gear. I scrambled to the other side, but as I climbed across the seat, the car shifted again. I reached out my hand, barely grasping his as the car slid even further. “Give me your other hand,” he shouted. I thrust out my hand, but my body went airborne just as the car broke free from where the tree was holding it. My eyes connected with his just as I lost my grip on his hand.
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