Agent Reed’s eyes go wide for a fraction of a second. Smug satisfaction is there, then gone. . Round one goes to the Agent. “So you do know him?” he mocks.

I glare at him.

He steps closer, picture held out.

And again.

I go for it and he pulls it back.

Each time I crawled closer and closer, until I was pressed between his legs, my hands on either side of his body.

Caleb taught me a few things about starting fights I can’t win. He would want me to use my head and exploit anything I have to offer to get what I want. I force myself to portray calmness and sorrow. The sadness comes easy.

“I…I knew him.” I purposely stare at my lap and let my tears fall.

“Knew him?” Agent Reed says curiously. I nod and let sobs fill the room.

“What happened to him?” he asks. I want him curious.

“Give me the picture,” I whisper.

“Tell me what I want to know,” he counters. I know I have him where I want him.

“He….” I am overcome by grief. I don’t have to manufacture my pain…I am my pain. “He died in my fucking arms.” My mind immediately recalls seeing Caleb, expression blank, his body covered in dirt, and blood. It was the moment I lost him. Only hours before, he’d held me in his arms and I had thought everything was finally going to be okay. One knock on the door…and everything changed.

Agent Reed takes a tentative step forward, “This isn’t easy for you, I can tell, but I need to know how, Miss Ruiz.”

“Give me the picture,” I sob. He takes another step.

“Tell me how,” he whispers. He’s played this game before.

I look up and glower at him from under my tear-soaked lashes, “Protecting me.”

“From what?” He steps closer, so close, and so eager.

“From, Rafiq.”

Without another word, Agent Reed turns away to remove another photo from the file and turns it toward me, “This man?”

I hiss. Actually, fucking hiss. We’re both shocked by my reaction. I never knew I could be so feral. I rather like it. I feel capable of anything.

Suddenly I threw my arms up around his hand, wrapped my mouth around his fingers to get the food away from him. Oh my god, so good.

Agent Reed is close and he isn’t prepared when I grab him by the collar of his suit and crush his fucking mouth with mine. He drops the folder.

Mine!

Despite his shock, Agent Reed is able to wrestle me onto the bed. He snaps his cuffs on my wrist and secures me to the bed. Before I can reach for the folder, he snaps it away.

He moved quickly, his fingers found my tongue and pinched viciously while his other hand dug into the sides of my neck.

Confusion and anger twist his features. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he whispers and wipes his lips slowly, looking at his fingers as though the answer is somehow written across them.

The food fell from between my lips to the floor and I howled around his fingers at the loss.

When I try to speak, instead, I scream my frustration, tears of anger filling my eyes.

“You’re very proud and very spoiled and I’m going to beat it out of you twice.”

When the nurse scrambles in, bewildered and a hand to her heart, Agent Reed politely tells her to get lost.

“Better?” he asks me, raising a brow.

I stare at my cuffed hands. “Not even close…”

Vivisected. On-off-buzz-buzz-on-off. Caleb, I miss you.

“Help me catch him, Olivia.” He pauses; his expression is calculated but he needs something too. “I know I’m not a nice guy, but maybe you need someone like me in your corner.”

Caleb.

Go away, go away, go away.

My heart aches. “Please…give me the picture,” I plead.

Agent Reed steps within my line of sight, but I only stare at his tie. “If I give you the picture, will you tell me what happened? Will you answer my questions?”

I suck my bottom lip, running my tongue across it as I hold it between my teeth. It’s now or never and never isn’t truly an option. The inevitable is upon me. “Uncuff me.”

The agent’s eyes flicker over me. I know his mind must be racing with ideas on how to make me talk. Trust is a two way street. Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine. He steps toward me, slowly, and cautiously removes the cuff from my wrist. “Well?” he says.

“I’ll tell you. Only, you. In exchange, you’ll give me any pictures you have of him and get me out of here.” My heart is beating a frantic tattoo in my chest, but I gather my courage. I’m a survivor. I hold my hand out. “Give me the picture.”

Agent Reed’s mouth twists with disappointment at the knowledge he cannot win this point from me. Reluctantly, he gathers his folder and hands me the photo of Caleb. “You’ll have to tell me what you know first, and then I can talk to my superiors and make a deal. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to protect you, but you have to start talking. You have to tell me why it looks like you’re more involved in this than any eighteen-year-old-girl has any right to be.”

No one else exists as I stare at Caleb’s face. I sob and trace the familiar lines of his face. I love you, Caleb.

“I’m gonna go get some coffee,” says Agent Reed, his voice resigned but still determined, “but when I come back, I expect answers.” I don’t notice when he leaves, or care. But I know he’s giving me time to grieve in peace.

He walked out of the room and shut the door. This time I heard the lock.

For the first time in five days, I am left alone. I suspect it will be the last time, for a while, Caleb and I will have to spend together. With trembling lips, I kiss him.

Chapter Two

It seemed to Caleb, the nature of human beings revolved around one empirical truth: we want what we cannot have. For Eve, it was the fruit of the forbidden tree. For Caleb, it was Livvie.

The night had been a fitful one. Livvie whimpered and trembled in her sleep and Caleb’s chest seemed to contract with every sound. He had given her more morphine and after some time, her body seemed to quiet down though there still seemed to be frenzied movement behind her eyelids. Nightmares, he assumed. Without fear of awkwardness or reproach, he felt a compulsion to touch her. He held her close and comforted them both, but he could not get Rafiq’s text out of his mind:

How soon would he land in Mexico?

How would he react to Livvie and her broken condition?

How long did he have with Livvie before she was taken away from him?

Taken. Away. Strange, horrible, and foreign words. He closed his eyes and set his mind to reality. You’re giving her away. He opened his eyes. And the sooner, the better.

He couldn’t argue with logic. It had kept him alive for longer than he could remember. He was cold and efficient. He did not dally with questions of morality. Still, he wanted to argue with logic. He wanted to find reason in what he felt to pacify the hardened man inside his head. But he couldn’t. The truth was – he wanted her. The truth was also, it was never meant to be. He pulled Livvie even closer, careful not to crush her ribs or injured shoulder and buried his nose in her long hair, trying to smell her scent.