The Certainty (Book Four in The Illusion of Certainty Series)

Sleep Is For The Faint Of Heart

I fell asleep watching Craig Ferguson, which I thought was unreal considering I’d just slept over twelve hours. Michael was still upstairs with Jon.

I made my way through the club crowd. Bodies pressed in on mine, skin against skin, making me shiver. I felt like I couldn’t breath but when I looked down I found out why. I was wearing a corset top, my waist looking thinner than I’d ever seen it. My boobs looked way bigger than they actually were. I wanted to cover up but I was being pulled through the crowd by an unknown force.

There was somewhere I had to be and there was no time for gawking. The anonymous gyrating bodies around me made my claustrophobia sky rocket.

“Hurry up!” someone yelled at me. “He’s getting away with the girl.”

I reached up and touched my ear, a Bluetooth device was secured in place.

“Shit Geo, go!”

Gregori! What the hell? I pressed harder against the people and they began to part in front of me. I took off in the direction I was being pulled, letting my mind guide me.

I saw them just up ahead. A man was pulling a young girl towards the exit.

“He’s taking her out the back,” I yelled.

“Got it. Follow them.”

I kept forward but someone stepped into my path.

“Excuse me,” I said.

“Ana? Is that you?”

My head snapped to the guy’s face. Aidan stood in front of me, blocking my exit.

“I don’t have time for this,” I hissed, pushing passed him.

He caught my arm and whirled me around. “What’s the rush?”

“Let go of me.”

“Geo! Where are you? I could use some help out here!”

I wrenched myself out of Aidan’s grip and ran to the exit, pushing on the door. It was locked.

“Shit! The door’s locked.”

“Find a way to open it! Hurry up.”

“I’m working on it.”

I reared back and kicked the door, the jam splintering.

“What are you doing?” Aidan yelled from behind me.

“Go away, Aidan. I don’t have time for your crap right now.”

I pushed on the door and it gave way. I started out the door but the cocking of a gun froze me in place.

“Turn around,” he said.

I held up my hands and turned around. “Aidan. I know you’re—upset but I have to go.”

“You’re not returning my calls.”

“I’ve been busy. Are you really going to shoot me in a crowded club?”

“You know how this is supposed to go.”

“Unfortunately.”

“I figured we might as well get it over and done with.”

The club, people, and music fell away as we moved back to that room. Too bad my clothes didn’t change. I would appreciate being able to breathe through this experience.