My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?

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23. Chapter Twenty-Two

Kairyn:

 

My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. I was lying in a bed in a small room. The door was opened and recognition flickered through my head. I was awake and I was alive. The chloroform hadn’t killed me after all.

 

 I felt a sharp pain in my right arm. Carefully, I lifted my arm and examined the newly bandaged wound. It felt tight and I assumed it was stitched up. I reached up and rubbed my pounding head with my other hand. Yawning I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at the night stand next to me. It read 5:45pm. Had I only been out for a few hours?

 

I glanced out the window and wondered what day it was. Maybe I had slept the whole night. I sat up slowly and rubbed my head. Merrick entered my mind and I decided to check on him. I stepped off the bed and gained my balance. Then, heading to the hallway I had to catch myself on the door. My good was weak and I slipped to the floor, brushing my wounded arm against the doorframe. I let out a small gasp and gritted my teeth. I stiffened as I felt a pair of arms pick me up and cradle me. I glanced up to see Kota.

 

“What are you doing? You need to stay in bed.” His eyes were determined as he laid me back down on the bed.

 

“I need to see Merrick.” My voice was raspy.

 

“You need to rest.” Kota averted his eyes.

“Please, I just want to see him. I’ll get right back into bed.” I pleaded but it was no use.

 

“You’ll stay in bed.” Kota ordered.

 

“Is he awake? How is he doing?”  I asked concern lacing my voice.

 

Kota blinked a few times as if he was thinking, then he smiled . . . a fake smile. Something was wrong. “He is resting right now, which is what you should be doing.” He tried to stand but I grabbed his wrist.

 

“Kota . . . what aren’t you telling me?”

 

His smile faded and soon a grimace took over his face. “Kairyn . . .”

 

“Please, Kota, please tell me he’s alright. Please,” I begged as my voice cracked.

 

“He is . . . at the agency. Weston,” he used Weston’s first name, “wasn’t able to help him.” A faraway look contaminated his eyes as my heart fell.

 

“He’s not here?” My eyes watered in disbelief.

 

“No,” Kota whispered. “Weston took him and Caleb to the agency four days ago.”

 

“Four . . . days . . .” I swallowed hard, trying to comprehend what was going on. Had I really been asleep for four days?

 

“The agency is doing all they can to save him.”

 

I sat up and ran my hand through my hair. “I . . . I didn’t even tell him . . .”

 

“It’s going to be alright Kairyn, lie back down, you need your rest.” He tried.

 

“Kota we need to-”

 

“Kairyn lay down, it’s going to be alright-”

 

“Stop saying that!” I yelled, my heart rate rising. “We need to go to them. I’m fine, I can walk.” I started to get up but Kota grabbed my arms and held me down.

 

“Kairyn calm down, he’s in good hands.”

 

“No, it will happen again! They kill him!” I yelled. Squirming I tried to get free from his grasp but he was too strong. I glanced into his eyes and then down at his waist. Then, gritting my teeth I hit hard with my fist at his groin. He grunted and let go of me. I jumped off the bed and stumbled but quickly regained my balance. I ran through the cabin and to the front door. Hearing hard foot steps behind me I ran out the door and into the woods, but Kota was right on my tail. I then remembered what Merrick said about them not being as nice as he was when people tried to escape them. My legs were moving as fast as they could but soon I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Jolting to a stop, I turned and hit Kota hard, pounding him with my fists. I once again gained freedom and started to run but stumbled. Kota grabbed my wrist and turned me fast on the ground, nearly sitting on top of me.

 

“Get off!” I yelled. Kicking and thrashing but his hold on me was firm.

 

“Kairyn, calm down, look at me.” He ordered in a loud voice. I continued squirming. “Kairyn!” His voice was a loud boom that echoed.

 

I stopped fighting and glared at him, but soon my glare turned into a pleading frown. “Please, Kota. They do it again. He’ll leave and they’ll make him disappear!” I cried.

 

“What are you talking about?” Kota’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean he’ll disappear?” I choked up and tried to speak but my voice was mute. He sighed and climbed off of me then sat me up next to him. “Wait, you think he’ll leave you like he left his parents?”

 

My mouth trembled. “He’ll do anything to protect the ones he loves, even fake his death.” Swallowing hard I turned to Kota. “He told me he loves me.” I whispered.

 

Kota sat up straighter and narrowed his eyes. He glanced around and then stood, palm to his face. “You think he’d up and leave you like that?”

 

“To protect me, yes.”

 

“Kairyn, when they left, Merrick was barely aware of what was going on. He was still unconscious from lack of blood.” As he said this I remembered hearing Merrick’s voice faintly as the chloroform took me over. My heart ached. It must have been an allusion.

 

“So he doesn’t know where they are taking him?”

 

“No, well, he didn’t when they left. He’s doing better . . . so I hear.” His eyes were glued to me. “He told you he loves you?”

 

“Yes. Well, he was sick with fever but,” I stood and dusted myself off, “he was aware that my arm was injured.”

 

Kota’s jaw tightened. “We need to get you back to the cabin. You need rest.” I stared him in the eyes and then looked to my right. “I’ll just catch you again.” I shot my eyes to him and tried to glare but my face fell. My lower lip began to tremble again and he grabbed my left arm, pulling me to him. “Come on, let’s go.” I leaned on him in obedience. He was only trying to help. After all, he was only doing his job in protecting me.

 

We arrived back to the house and he led me to the room I had been staying in. I sat down on the bed and rubbed the soft sheets. “Kota?” I spoke as he started to leave. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows. “Please? I’ll do anything. Take me to the agency.”

 

He furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lip. “They won’t let you in.”

 

“Then I’ll sneak in. I’ll do whatever it takes.” The determination in my eyes was fierce; I could feel it.

 

Kota shook his head and glanced up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and then left the room. From the hallway I heard him speak, “Then we leave tonight.”

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