Two weeks. Fourteen days to get through. She trudged back through the doors to the cabin.
Enzo hadn’t moved.
She checked the control panel next to the door. A computer screen showed 360-degree views of the area surrounding the cabin. The road stretched out in empty silence. Her parents hadn’t decided to come back.
Her mother had said there was good in Enzo, and Charity ought to try and turn him into an ally. Could she convince him that her father wasn’t like the other psychics? He wasn’t trying to amass wealth or power. That’s not what his visions showed him.
But she couldn’t tell Enzo that the visions only protected the family. The government might use that information to devise ways to catch him.
She took slow steps toward Enzo, already feeling defeated. He cocked his head, listening. He knew she was walking closer but didn’t say anything.
When she stood in front of him, he looked straight at her, trying to see her through the blindfold.
Well, there was no reason he couldn’t see. She slipped off the blindfold.
Enzo blinked to adjust his eyes. “So, how long have you known that your parents are crazy?”
“They aren’t crazy.”
“I see.” He seemed to be assessing her level of sanity and finding it lacking.
“They’re not,” she insisted. “Just because you don’t understand their actions doesn’t mean they don’t have perfectly logical reasons for what they do.”
“Of course. And what was their perfectly logical reason for forcing their daughter to marry the government agent who tried to arrest them?”
She couldn’t answer. She hadn’t decided how much to say about her father’s visions.
Enzo dipped his head, waiting. “You said they had a reason…”
“Maybe I don’t want to talk about it. Why should I tell you anything? You lied to me about everything.”
He sighed. “Not about everything.”
A technicality. A person couldn’t lie abouteverything. “You fired at Milo. You could’ve killed him.”
“I aimed to incapacitate him. Usually, I don’t miss.”
“Well, if that helps you sleep at night…”
He grunted. “It’s my job to take criminals in. The force I use is equal to the resistance I’m given.”
“A person should only be considered a criminal if he’s committed a crime. My father hasn’t.”
Enzo tugged at the duct tape holding his arms to the chair. “Right. Last I checked, abducting an officer is a crime.”
“That doesn’t count. It happened after you tried to arrest him. It was a self-defense abduction.”
Enzo rolled his eyes. “He could’ve left me unconscious at the farm. But he didn’t.”
No, he didn’t, and Charity didn’t want to explain why. Enzo already thought they were crazy.
He glanced around the room, then returned his attention to her. “So what happens now?”
It was ironic that he probably knew exactly what to do with an enemy prisoner. She had no idea. She shrugged in what she hoped was a casual, knowing manner. “What do you think is going to happen?”
He snorted. “Well, under the circumstances, I figure you’ll either torture me for information or make me father your baby. Trying to get information out of me won’t work, so I’m sincerely hoping you’re taking the baby option.”
He said the words flippantly, but the air whooshed from her lungs and her mouth dropped open. “A baby?”