With a disgusted groan, he holds up both palms. "No thank you."
Quickly, I dress andrun abrush through my hair, my hands shaking the entire time.
Grabbing my phone and purse, I find Eamon on the chair by the front door, working on his computer. "I'll be right back," I tell him.
He grabs my hand, kissing my fingertips, something like wary adoration in his eyes, "Do not leave Fritz and Caspian's sight. They know you're coming."
I blink in disbelief, "You texted them?"
"Just Caspian. Can't fucking stand the other one."
I scoff, "Eamon. I'm an adult. I can walk 15 feet down the hall."
"Forgive my paranoia, please," he sadly smiles. "We need to leave here at 6."
"What?"
He releases my hand, "Go spend some time with your weird, nocturnal friends. Just be back here by like 5:45. I'll have everything packed."
My lips wobble with emotion, "Really?"
"Really. I trust you."
I can't help myself, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, sealing my fate with a kiss before darting out the door, closing it behind me.
I trust you.
I'm not worthy of that trust. Andheshouldn't be giving it to me. I mean, Ijustbolted earlier tonight.
And I'm about to prove to him just how wrongly placed it is.
Ijusthope I get a chance to apologize.
Glacier
Eamon
Four weeks she's been gone.
I traced down her movements until the second she vanished. Halfway between our hotel room and Bel's, sheall butceased to exist. There's no sign of a struggle in the hallway where it happened, no blood or even so much as a fucking scuff mark on the patterned carpet. She was there one minute, gone the next.
The hotel's security cameras arecompletelyunhelpful, apparently being looped for the entire time we were within the premises. I'm sure that was Alastors way of being helpful, but now it's left us without asingleclue where she went.
He glances at me now, sitting in front of his computer, watching footage from every security cam, stoplight recording, even the webcams he's gained access to.
Gone is the disgusting, smelly version of him from those months ago, replaced with the militarized persona I've seen in photos and from CCTV of his crimes. Now that he's not a one-man show, his need to disguise himself has finally waned, thankfully for all of our noses.
Since Isla disappeared, the Sanctum's search for him hasn't abated, but they backed off of Bel, Mike, and Charlie, which tells mewithout a doubtthat the Sanctum has her.
Allof her friends are starting to becomesuspicious of Isla's lack of responses.Bel's nearly passing into frantic territory, her demons even taking turns reaching out to me, asking if Isla is okay. And the unfortunate truth is that I have no idea.
I think ifshe wasn't, I would feel it somehow.No matter where she is right now, it's as if I can feel the echo of her heartbeat right here beside me. It's been my only solace during the long nights without any sign of her.
"Where could she have gone?" I ask for the millionth time. Alastor and Kylebothlook at each other before continuing their surveillance of every inch of this city.
Neither of them has an answer, of course.
My phone starts ringingagain.
