Night Obsession

(Night 6)

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal, MFM, HEA

Alastair and Ian Wyndham had become used to their wife, Serena, having visions of the future, but the latest one left them reeling.

Someone had plans to kidnap her.

Her visions had given them a warning, one that they planned to take full advantage of.

But even with their combined abilities, they wouldn’t take a chance with Serena, so instead of going to the fundraiser, they’d decided to stay at home.

Serena knew her husband worried, but every time she’d tried to alter one of her visions, something had always gone wrong, and she was very much afraid that if they stayed home, something worse could happen.

With extra security measures in place, they went to the fundraiser, only to have a diversion separate them from her.

And into the hands of the man who planned to take her from them.


It took several clumsy attempts, but Serena finally managed to pull the combs from her hair and clasp one on each hand.

Pausing to take several deep breaths, she fought the nausea and dizziness and made her way the five or six feet to the door of the storage unit.

It took even more effort to pull herself up to her knees to reach the lock.

Once she did, she held one comb between her teeth while sliding the metal piece from behind the decorative bar.

Frustrated that her hands wouldn’t cooperate, she mentally cursed, glancing at the stairs where she expected to see Alastair appear any second.

Once she got the metal piece free, she blew out a breath and carefully removed the other comb from her mouth and slid in the other, careful to keep the metal piece pointed outward.

Because she had to keep grabbing on to the wooden slats of the door for support, it took several attempts to get the other metal piece free.

Knowing that Alastair and Ian would be rescuing her gave her the strength that she needed.

She could do this.

Gripping the lock tightly, she slid the piece she held into the bottom and carefully took the other comb from her mouth.

“Easy, baby. Don’t rush it.”

Relieved to hear Ian’s voice in her head, she smiled and let it wash over her, much as she had their touch that morning.

“I know what I’m doing, Ian. You taught me, remember?”

“You’re dizzy and in pain. Alastair is going to find you in a matter of minutes. You can stop and just sit down until he gets there.”

She focused on the tumblers, which she knew would be easy on such a cheap lock. “I can do this.”

“Why are you in pain? What happened?”

Serena found the lock harder to unlock than she anticipated, her fuzzy mind and sluggish movements making her task much more difficult than it should have been. “Dizzy. Stumbled. Abe dropped me down the stairs.”

“Fucking asshole. Alastair and I both felt it and couldn’t figure out what the hell happened. Your right ankle must be killing you.”

“Yeah, but probably not as bad as it would be without this drug in my system.”

“Not funny.”

Serena took another deep breath and wiggled the comb, filled with satisfaction when the lock clicked open. “I did it.”

“Of course you did. Alastair found the door. Love you, baby.”

Hearing the basement door open, Serena dropped to her butt with a smile, her heart near to bursting at the sight of Alastair’s beloved face, hard with anger and worry as he rushed down the steps.

He reached the door, took the lock off and flung it away before yanking the door open and bending to pick her up.

He straightened, moving carefully and pulled her against him, enfolding her in his arms. “Jesus, baby. I turned around and you were gone. You’re hurt. We’re going to the hospital. Ian’s making sure that Steve will be waiting.”

Turning, he started up the steps. “What the hell happened?”

Serena dropped her head against his shoulder, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t drop her. “Stephanie Banks was knocked down, and she was trying to protect her belly in the crowd. I didn’t even think. I went to her and helped her up. I looked up and you were gone.”

Alastair carried her up the stairs with ease and went through the doorway to the carpeted hallway. “I was frantically searching for my beloved wife.”

She took several more deep breaths, , unsurprised to see Jonathan, still in his waiter’s uniform, approach.

“Are you all right?”

Leaning into Alastair, Serena nodded and touched her neck. “I’m fine. Just dizzy. Nauseated. He dropped me down the steps.”

Jonathan’s expression hardened even more. “We have the paramedics here. They’re going to check you out and take you to the hospital.”

Alastair carried her toward the back exit. “I have our own doctor waiting.”

Jonathan nodded. “He’s on the phone with the paramedic now.”

Serena held out a hand. “Is Stephanie all right?”

Nodding again, Jonathan motioned to one of his agents. “She’s fine, but we sent her to the hospital to get checked out. Her husband was frantic that she fell.”

Alastair bent to kiss Serena’s hair. “I can understand that,”

Relieved, Serena dropped her head back against Alastair’s shoulder again, finding it harder and harder to focus. “Please tell me that you caught them.”

Jonathan gestured toward a spot behind her, and with a gentleness that no longer surprised her, Alastair slowly turned her.

The female agent had cuffed Abe and his sister and, as Serena watched, handed them over to two more agents and approached just a step behind Jonathan. “Are you all right, Mrs. Wyndham?”

“I’m fine. He dropped me. Fucking weakling.”

The female agent snorted and shared a look with Alastair.. “I’m sure you must think so. I have to get these two processed.”

Alastair lifted Serena’s chin and eyed her neck critically. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you to the hospital. Steve will be waiting for us when we get there.”


“Yes, darling?”

“I think I’m going to –”

When her words trailed off, Alastair cursed and hurried his steps.

And then everything went black.