Ruth Lee's POV
"What was that supposed to mean?" I froze, the chill night air dancing across my face. My already erratic heartbeat soared with the implication as I swung to Frank. He leaned against the car, his hand on the open door, his features as unbending as granite. His dark eyes, so warm thus far, now lay as chilled and impenetrable as stone, and for one fleeing moment, I could not tell if it was a result of the cold or of what he had just said.
You heard me," he said, low, but firmly. He didn't budge, didn't even blink-just stood there, awaiting the digestion of this bomb he'd just dropped.
"You know where my family is?" My voice wavered despite my attempt to sound steady. My father and Peter had vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but questions and a gaping void in my life. And now, this man — this frustrating, cryptic man — claimed to have the answers I'd been desperate for?
