FIFTEEN
They had her in Andrew’s caravan.
Peter watched from the blackness of the forest as Andrew and William emerged from the former’s caravan, carefully locking the door behind them. They proceeded to William’s motor home, and entered it without a word spoken between them.
He smiled to himself, a grim smile, the smile of a man whose woman had been abducted, if not before that very man’s eyes, then behind his back while he was waiting for said woman to grab her purse. It was a smile that boded ill for anyone who came between him and the woman who he now admitted consumed his every waking thought. And probably most of his sleeping ones, not that he knew what his mind did while he slept, since he didn’t hold conversations with it the way Kiya did with hers.
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