"Too late, sweetheart," he said carefully and calmly as he rolled the tape over and over around her wrists. Once he was satisfied, he lifted her and tossed her further on the bed and got her ankles. He was precise and careful and knew that patience was a hot virtue. He leaned up on the mattress on one knee and rolled her over. One piece over her lips. She hadn't said anything he wanted to hear and now it was time for her to shut the hell up. He wrapped more tape around her head to cover her lips and tossed the empty spool on a nearby table.
Reaching for her, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her up easily as he held her over his shoulder. He walked her to a closet, opened the door and laid her down.
Alec watched her while she squirmed, or tried to as he contacted Faith. Press the right buttons, say a few words and suddenly the bitch knew exactly where Rebekah was. Imagine that. If she was fucking with him? Well, there was a special kind of death waiting for her. He was done.
"Sit tight," he muttered and slammed the door shut. He walked out to the living room and reached for his gun. Fifteen minutes felt like forever, but he heard a shuffling outside in less than ten. Huh.
Raising his eyebrow, he waited for that door to open.