Patricia Rosemoor - Skin

She whipped around and stepped back, unable to believe she’d been so stupid, that she hadn’t seen beneath the bastard’s disguise. Whoever the hell he was, he’d played her. She’d never been a sucker before. Men were the suckers. Not that she’d ever hurt anyone beyond lightening up their wallets a little.

Why her ? What had she done to encourage such hatred?

“What did I do to you?” she choked out.

Hannah knew this was her own fault. Lilith had warned her, but she’d waited too long to get out. Shooting a hand to her throat, to the heart-half, she tried to find courage in this link to the sister who’d done what she hadn’t been able to.

In a low raspy whisper, her captor commanded, “Open the door and get inside, bitch!”

When she didn’t immediately move, he shoved the gun barrel into her gut and reached behind her for the door.

As if he knew Hannah thought to fight him, he growled softly into her ear, “Try it and die now.”

Die now…

She was going to die. At least that was the bastard’s plan. But not now. They’d said he’d kept the other women for a while before he’d killed them. That gave her wiggle room, opportunity for escape. She’d always managed to take care of herself, to get out of dangerous jams, right? So why should now be any different?

She had time… days… more than a whole week to figure him out before he decided to end her life. At least that’s what he’d given the other women.

But what was he going to do to her in the meantime?

Hannah choked back tears. She’d learned long ago not to show her true feelings. It was how she had survived until now.

And now she feared there might be worse things than dying.

THE BLINKING RED EYE of the telephone console informed Lilith that she already had a message when she entered the office early the next morning. Retrieving it, she expected to hear Elena’s voice. Or maybe Carmen’s.

“Hey, it’s me, Hannah… I, uh, do want us to be sisters again, even if you don’t approve of me.” Lilith held her breath as she heard her sister say, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She played it over… registered the words… and played it again.

“Hannah…”

The back of her throat thickened, and tears slid down her cheeks. Even if they had serious differences, this was a sign that they could get past them. That maybe she could get her sister out of a dangerous situation. Finally, Lilith settled the receiver into its cradle and mopped up her face.

She hadn’t been able to eat the night before. Instead, she’d taken the cat onto the porch, sat there for hours, wondering how she’d been so stupid.

Why had she let Hannah bait her like that? And why had her sister done so? It was as if Hannah had been determined to be rejected. Foolishly, she’d played right into the confrontation, when she should have kept her thoughts about Hannah’s lifestyle to herself.

Still a little sick inside, Lilith sighed. If she’d only kept what she thought to herself, she would have shared dinner with Hannah instead of having her empty stomach twist itself into a knot. She wouldn’t have had to wonder if her sister would come back for more. They would already have made inroads to some kind of relationship. Well, the next time she would be smarter. She wouldn’t let herself be forced into saying things best left unsaid.

Being Hannah’s sister again would have to be enough for her. As Elena said, Hannah might not want to change. Lilith would accept that rather than lose her again.

Even though she was tempted to sit before the phone all day in case her sister called, Lilith knew she couldn’t. She had work. Responsibilities.

And all day, an internal clock tick-tick-ticked as she subconsciously waited for another call from Hannah that never came. By late afternoon, unease slid through her. What if Hannah had regretted making the call?

Lilith decided the ball was in her court. She knew where to find her little sister. She would just have to be late to her Street Survival class.

ENTERING THE CLUB was easier this time. Lilith wasn’t exactly in her comfort zone, but at least she knew what to expect. She ignored the stares and murmured comments from patrons as she made her way to the bar area, where she stood and looked around. She was busy scanning the dancers working the crowd, when she felt another presence directly behind her.

Turning, she faced Michael.

“Looking for someone?” he asked.

“Not you.”

He tried to hide a smile. “You don’t have to remind me. A customer or one of the dancers? Maybe I can help.”

Remembering how he’d come to her rescue in the alley with the creep who’d been hitting on her, she softened her tone. “I don’t need your help tonight, but thanks.”

She gave the club another once-over but still didn’t see Hannah. Maybe her sister was getting ready to go on stage.

“What do you need?” Michael asked, moving next to her. “What did you say your name was?”

Lilith turned back to him. “I didn’t.” He was persistent but not obnoxious. “I’m not looking for a date.”

“Neither am I.”

“Then what is your interest?”

“You.”

The way he was staring at her, as if trying to see inside her, nearly took away her breath. Not that she thought the interest was personal. It was hard to remain unaffected by an attractive man who oozed such intensity.

“You don’t seem like the typical Club Paradise customer,” Lilith said, remembering what he’d asked her the other night and turning the tables on him.

“Touché.” His lips softened into a smile. “Maybe I’m attracted by the drama of it all.”

“It sounds like you’re comparing the club to a soap opera.”

“Hmm, interesting analogy.”

Just then, a waitress stopped to ask, “Can I get you drinks?”

As Michael ordered a beer, Lilith turned her attention back to the stage. Still no Hannah. The waitress cleared her throat, and Lilith realized she was waiting for an order.

“I don’t see Anna Youngheart. Can you get a message to her for me? Tell her Lilith is here.”

“Sorry, but Anna didn’t come in tonight.”

“So she’s not scheduled to work?”

“She is, actually. Sal is pretty ticked, too. She didn’t even call in.”

“Oh… well, thanks.” Did that mean she’d gotten to her sister? Lilith wondered. Did Hannah decide to quit, after all?

“So you don’t want a drink?” the waitress asked.

Lilith shook her head. “No. I’m just leaving.”

Shrugging, the waitress moved to the bar, and Lilith turned to go.

“Nice seeing you again… Lilith.”

Though Michael Wyndham’s low tone whispered down her spine, she didn’t look back.

Waiting for the bus, she checked voice mail both at home and at work to see if Hannah had called as promised. No messages from anyone. She’d picked up Hannah’s cell number from her incoming call and so tried that. It went directly to voice mail.

“Hi, Hannah. I’m just leaving the club. I came here looking for you. Please call me.”

As the bus stopped before her, she checked her watch. If they didn’t get caught in traffic, she might be able to squeak into class right on time. Not that she really felt like working out tonight. But anything to keep her mind busy until she heard from her sister.

BY THE TIME she got in the locker room to change, it was nearly empty. And class was just starting as she took her place at the edge of the mat. To her astonishment, Carmen volunteered to fight for the very first time. Lilith’s eyes smarted with pride.