SILENCED by Serena Akeroyd EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Serena Akeroyd
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Suspense
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WHERE IT BEGINS…
*NIKOLAI IS a speaker of sign language. Please, unless otherwise specified,
whenever you read his dialogue, assume that he is signing, not verbally
speaking the words. This will make for a much more enjoyable reading
experience. As for any other language, sign language uses the same dialogue
tags as any verbal variety.*
Daylight – David Kushner
“DO YOU THINK SHE’S DEAD?”
It’s a good question.
Through the dusty glass panes of a window that saw better days a decade
ago, I can barely make out the still form lying on the shady motel room’s
vomit-yellow, flower-splotched carpet.
Cassiopeia Rundel could be dead.
From this distance, and with the terrible visibility, I can’t answer for
certain.
Dmitri Turgenev, my second-in-command, nudges me at my lack of
response. “Well?”
I grunt.
He scrubs his floppy blond hair out of his eyes, muttering, “The men are
in the car. You can talk.”
My brow furrows as I shoot him an impatient look and sign, “You need a
haircut.”
He smirks. “I might head to the barbers if you told me to.”
“When do I ever talk?” I dismiss.
He mumbles something beneath his breath then switches to Russian:
“You’d think I’d get used to you being a mute after eighteen years of
knowing you, wouldn’t you?”
With a pointed stare, I nod.
“Why is it you can talk to Misha? I mean, five words are five words. Why
do I get zero?”
This time, his petulance has me rolling my eyes even as I wipe at the
glass to try to clean it.
I need to know if the woman is dead or not because there’s no sense in
wasting my time on rescuing a corpse.
“I don’t care that I sound like I’m pouting. I totally am,” Dmitri
grumbles, switching back to English and breaking into my thoughts with the
precision of an ice pick through the surface of a frozen lake.
Then, he huffs when I remain silent and don’t bother signing a reply.
Why he huffs when I’m always silent is between him and God.
“If I asked you to cross the country to go and rescue a stranger from her
husband, would you?” he peppers.
Breaking off from my attempts to clean the filthy panes of glass, I heave
an irritated sigh but, again, I nod.
Not that Louisville is across the country from Miami…
Still, he proves that geography never was his strongest subject in school
and that he’s twenty-four going on four by perking up at that.
Not for the first time, I regret bringing him to the US when he was a
teenager because that impacted his personality and made him, God help me,
exuberant.
I decide to deflate his bubble and gesture at the SUV that’s parked behind
us.
“No way,” he argues.
It’s these things that irritate the living hell out of me.
“No way.”
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