Centaur Redemption (Touched Series) by Nancy Straight Read Free Book Online Page A

“Do you think he’s a prisoner?”
    “No.  I want you and Drake to stay in your room.  There could be more enforcers we just haven’t identified.  Stay where you are.”
    Stay where I was?  Cameron and I hadn’t seen each other since we were just days old.  I’d never met him and was elated at the thought he was here – right here, in this hotel.  Why would Will be trying to keep us apart?  “I need to see him.  If he’s a prisoner, Drake can help him.”  At the mention of his name, Drake blurred before my eyes; he stood in front of the door before Will could even answer me.
    Will’s voice deepened, “He doesn’t look like he’s being held against his will.”
    There was something in Will’s voice.  Something was wrong, but he didn’t want me to know what it was.  Frankly, I didn’t care.  “I have to see him.  Where is he?”
    He hesitated briefly, then asked, “Can I talk to Drake?”
    The giddiness I had been feeling began to ebb as frustration bubbled in my blood, “No.  Where’s Cameron?  If you don’t tell me, I’ll find him on my own.”
    Just then the strangest sensation came over me.  It was as if my own voice was calling me in my head.  “ Camille?  Camille, where are you?  Camille, I need to see you. ” 
    It was Cameron; it had to be him.  I hung up the phone, no longer wanting to argue with Will and refusing to let him sway Drake.  I opened my mind completely to the voice.  “ I’m here.  Is that you, Cameron? ”
    “ Come down to the lobby.  I need to see you. ”
    Elation poured out of me at the thought of finally meeting him.  “Drake, Cameron’s here!  He’s downstairs right now.  C’mon!”  Drake stood in front of the door, his arms crossed, looking as menacing as I’d ever seen him.  “What?  Didn’t you hear me?  Cameron’s downstairs!”
    “Who was on the phone?”
    I shook my head, “It was Will.  But never mind, we need to go downstairs.  Cameron just called me in my head; he sounds just like me!”
    Drake eyed me suspiciously, “What did Will tell you?”
    “I don’t care what Will had to say.  My brother’s here.  Don’t you know what that means?”
    “Yes.  Your brother who has spent the last several weeks with Zandra is here.  Is she with him?”
    “No.  Maybe.  I don’t know.  I didn’t ask.”
    Drake held his pose in front of the door.  He wasn’t budging.  My voice sounded weak, pathetic really, but I couldn’t help it.  “I need to see him, Drake.”
    “You will.  We will.  But you’ve waited twenty-three years; another day shouldn’t make a difference.  Meeting him now could be a trap.”
    “It’s not a trap.  He just called to me.  He’s here for me.”  My voice hitched and more words wouldn’t come.  I threw myself at the door and pulled the handle, but Drake held his position.  I was being unreasonable.  I wasn’t thinking clearly, but I didn’t care.  Cameron was the last piece of Mom still on the planet.  He was a piece of me.  Who knew what he had gone through to get here?  Maybe he’d had to escape like I had.  Maybe he needed us to protect him from Zandra.  Maybe he just needed to see me as badly as I needed to see him.
    Drake’s steel arms wound around me and kept me from opening the door.  The stress of everything we had gone through had done little to faze me up until now, but the thought of being denied access to Cameron while he was just a few floors below made me want to collapse.  Why would having Cameron downstairs affect me this way?
    “Shhhh, I’m right here.  I’m not going anywhere,” Drake assured me.
    Sobs rocked my body, not tears, but full-fledged, uncontrollable, outrageous sobs.  If Drake wouldn’t let go of me, I could see myself trying to claw through the door.  He remained steady.  His arms held me in place.  The sad little voice inside me emerged again, this time it begged, “Please, Drake.  I need to see him.  Please.”
    His