THE BEGINNING
Lexie sat on the settee furthest away from Dan with a begrudging look pasted like a mask over her face. She didn't like the old man, in fact she hated him as much a frog hated salt, but she was curious and though curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back.
And she'd receive that life restoring satisfaction today.
She had just showered and brushed her teeth and on her way down the stairs, she had caught her hair in an overly messy bun. But Lexie didn't care about looks or hairstyle now, the truth of her kidnap was a lot more appealing to her. So she shuffled on the settee, propped her elbows on her knees and rested the weight of her head in the palm of her hands. "You can talk now."
Dan smirked, using a hand to gesture her closer, but Lexie didn't move, she merely glared. "I'm sure you can talk from there, I'm not getting any closer to the old midget who had whipped me."
"Midget?" Dan inquired. "I might be old, but I'm not short."