The Girl He Marked

Chapter 13

Myra‘s POV.

My alarm goes off on Tuesday morning and l blush as I remember my dreams from last night, this time

I recall exactly who they featured, Jayce. I shiver as I think of all the things he did to me in my dream

last night, of all the things I did to him. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I arrive at work before nine so I get out my book to read, I can‘t help but picture each scene from the

book in my head, starring Jayce.

What is it with me and this guy?

I don‘t think I‘ve ever fancied a guy so much, he‘s just so hot. I hope I don‘t see him today; I won‘t be

able to look at him and not think of my dreams.

Alpha Damien calls me into his office when he arrives at work, he gives me a rundown on some data

retrieval missions that need to be carried out. A few of them, he needs my help with. I can find the files;

Jayce can hack into them. Our first mission is this afternoon, Jayce is coming to retrieve the

appropriate files but he‘s also a bodyguard, there‘s a potential for roques to attack or want the

information for them selves. Alpha offered me the chance to turn this down, but I want to help him.

Jayce pulls up in his car and I slide in, neither of us says a word as he drives us to the location. Truth

be told, I‘m a little nervous. Thirty minutes later, Jayce pulls up at a derelict building surrounded by

barbed wire fencing. He gets out of the car and uses bolt cutters to open the gates, I wait patiently as

he gets back in and drives over to the building.

“Let me go in first and check it‘s empty, stay in the car,‘ he orders me, his eyes dark and serious. I only

nod in reply, he gets out and uses the cutters to get in through the metal doors. I play with my hands

anx iously as he disappears from view. I feel edgy and paranoid as I glance around, at the trees

surrounding us, I don‘t feel safe here.

I breathe a sigh of sweet relief when he reappears in the doorway and gestures for me to join him, I

grab my bag and go over to him.

‘The computers are upstairs, follow me, Jayce says and he leads me over to the lift, the doors open,

and I take in its dusty state, it doesn‘t look that reliable. Cautiously, I step in after him and the doors

clang shut. I say a silent prayer as we ascend shakily up three floors. We step out and Jayce leads me

over to a computer situated in an old office. Jayce hacks into the mainframe and I begin sorting through

and down loading the files onto a memory stick before erasing them off the hard drive.

We are finished in less than ten minutes, I put the USB in my bag, and we get back into the lift. We are

somewhere between the first and second floor when the lift jolts to a stop and the lights cut out. I gasp

and freeze, hearing Jayce curse next to me.

‘I knew we should have taken the stairs, but they‘re outside and don‘t look safe,‘ he says, I feel comfort

ed by his husky voice in the darkness.

‘I don‘t get any phone signal, do you?‘ He asks and a sense of panic starts to creep through me.

“No, I don‘t either, I reply dejectedly, I lean back against the wall and close my eyes, focusing on taking

deep breaths. I‘m not claustrophobic, but that doesn‘t mean I‘m comfortable being trapped in a small

metal box suspended above the ground.

‘Damien will know something‘s up and come investigate in a few hours, we just have to wait, he says,

and I hear him shuffle and then sit down. I sit down as well and our shoes brush against each other. I

try to concentrate on the sound of his breathing, it works, I feel calmer. I reach inside my bag and pull

my phone out, I unlock it and lay it on my lap, so the screen lights up the lift, making it less daunting. I

pull out a bot

tle of water and eagerly drink some of it, I offer it to Jayce, but he shakes his head.

‘So we‘re going to be in here a while huh,‘ I comment awkwardly, and he raises an eyebrow at me and

looks almost amused.

“Yeah.’ he mumbles, and my eyes drop to his hands that are fisted on his lap, maybe he doesn‘t like

confined spaces either.

Oh no Jayce, you might have to say more than three words to me, I tease, hoping to break the ice a bit,

I feel relieved as his full lips very subtly turn up at the ends.

‘Don‘t count on it,‘ he replies, smirking at me and I smile back.

‘That was four, we‘re making progress, I nudge him, and he tenses up as if I‘ve hit him.

Okay, he does not like to be touched.

| awkwardly shift away from him and play with my hands nervously; this is going to be such an uncom

fortable few hours. I open my mouth to say something, knowing that whatever I say will probably only

dig a bigger hole, but a distant clang of metal stops me. Jayce‘s head snaps up to the doors and my

breath catches in my throat.

‘We‘re not alone, he says quietly, and those words feel like a cold finger of fear scraping down my

spine.

The sound of muffled voices causes all my hairs to stand on end, Jayce silently stands up and tries to

peak through the paper–thin gap in between the doors.

‘Rogues, he growls as he peers through the door, I stand up and press myself back against the wall,

trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. I hold my breath as I hear footsteps come closer and pause, only re

leasing it when they continue on and past the lift.

The power turns back on, and the lights flicker in the lift, illuminating us. The lift jolts and continues its

descent.

The rogues must have tampered with the power.