The Fey by Claudia Hall Christian Read Free Book Online

five
minutes.”
    “ Yes, sir.”
    “ What?” Alex turned to
Ben.
    “ Your sister’s fiancé
Marcos Ruiz posted a photo of you to his MySpace page. It says,
‘The Fey and family: The Fey, John Drayson, Max Hargreaves and Erin
Hargreaves.’ There another picture of you as Alyssa. It looks like
it’s taken from a cell phone. It says, ‘The Fey is Alyssa Kreiger
and Alexandra Hargreaves.’”
    “ One of my programs found
them less than three minutes after they were posted,” Raz said.
“There were four hits before we took the servers down.”
    “ Would you excuse me for a
moment?” Alex asked.
    Raz nodded.
    Dragging her left leg behind her, she pulled
herself to the bathroom just making it to the toilet before she
threw up. Panic rose from the center of her being. Slow flashes of
machine gun fire, splashing blood and the sound of ragged breathing
dragged her mind beyond memory. She covered her ears with her hands
as Eleazar’s laughter echoed off the bathroom walls. She threw up
again.
    Panic turned to terror and she rocked
herself. Her eyes focused on the toilet but her vision filled with
death. Death everywhere. John… Max… Erin… Everyone she loved died.
Everyone dead. Jiminy Cricket took them all to heaven while she
lived alone in a blood red hell.
    He appeared from nowhere. John dropped to
his knees beside her. His strong arms slipped around her. She knew
he was talking, saying something while he rocked her back and
forth, but she only heard the ragged breathing brought on by panic.
She buried her head into John’s muscular chest.
    Like a speaker being turned on, soft at
first, then gradually louder, she heard John’s voice.
    “ Shh, shh… We’re in
Denver. We’re in our own safe home. Nothing’s happening. You’re
safe. Shh.”
    “ I’m in Denver, Colorado
sitting in the basement bathroom on the floor,” she said She forced
her attention to the present. “You are my husband. You are John
Drayson.”
    “ You sure?” he
chuckled.
    They learned this technique when Alex was
studying for her Ph.D. in psychology. What once was a joke, now
served as the only thing that broke through the wall of sight and
sound when her brain seized in flashback. John still laughed every
time.
    “ What are you
wearing?”
    “ I’m Alexandra Hargreaves
Drayson. I’m sitting on the floor of the basement bathroom of my
home in Denver, Colorado. I’m wearing blue jeans, body armor and a
T-shirt.”
    “ Ah love, did you forget
panties again?” he laughed. He reached to flush the
toilet.
    “ Yep, no bra
either.”
    “ That’s odd because I can
feel it right here.” He flicked her bra strap through the arm holes
in her body armor. He slipped his hands into the back of her pants.
“Maybe you’re flashing on not wearing the bra and panties last
night. That’s probably why you were moaning.”
    Alex smiled.
    “ Come on. The spies want
to speak to you and you have a phone call in a few
minutes.”
    She nodded.
    “ I can’t get up,” she
said.
    “ Let me,” he
said.
    John stood then lifted her to his arms. With
his free hand, he opened the cabinet to retrieve a washcloth. At
the sink, he wet the washcloth and she wiped her face and hands. He
carried her back to the secure office where Raz was working on the
computer and Ben was talking on his cell phone. They looked up when
she returned.
    “ How much did they pay
him?” Alex asked.
    “ Two hundred thousand
dollars,” Raz said. “How did you know?”
    “ Matthew said that he
reminded him of his father. Mattie’s father would sell his soul for
a dollar.”
    “ Matthew’s father sold his
soul for a lot less than a dollar,” Ben said closing his cell
phone. “We have fourteen minutes.”
    “ Why is the photo a big
deal, Ben?” John asked. He smiled at Alex, “Want down?”
    She nodded. He nuzzled her neck then set her
down.
    “ A picture is not such a
big deal. He probably has a least one of Alex already. It’s the
combination of the picture and