We are finally on our way.
An hour to kill.
I'll just touch and love on my girl until we get back to the compound.
Frost
I'm restless as fuck. Looking forward to getting to the compound, I can’t wait to steal time with my Killer. I haven’t had any opportunity to get much time with her in the Doctor’s office.
I'm so thankful she’s okay. She is healing, at least physically. I can see the emotional pain in her face, though. And I still keenly recognize emotions in the others.
It's understandable; the poor girl has been through the wringer for so long, she doesn’t even know anything else. I'm going to do my best to change that.
I drum my fingers on the seat in front of me, eyes glued to Killer’s back. Almost as if she senses my stare, she turns, flashing me a brilliant smile.
“I’ll spend time with you when we get settled,” Killer tosses back, an apology in her voice.
I smile back and nod. “Love you,” I mouth, and the love shining back in her eyes goes a long way to fortify me for this drive.
Purge
I’m just as unsettled as Razor next to me, his hand fumbling with his razor blade.
Fuck... my fucking father. He runs The Retreat. How the fuck did I not notice? I knew he hated me, but he tried to fucking kill me.
I’m sure I’ll be safe inside the ZYGOS compound. But if I leave there, he’ll find me, and finish what he started. I'm more afraid for Iskra. He's not above using her to get to me.
I still don’t know why our fathers were so dead set in us breaking her. If my unconfirmed theory is correct... well, it might explain it.
My fingers are itching to get on a computer. Harris told me the compound had computer labs, thank fuck. The other hackers sound cool enough; I'm sure we’ll get along, at least civilly.
I need answers, now. Fuck. Where are our mothers? Plus, the rest of the damn secrets we don’t know.
I also have to talk to Iskra. She needs to know who she is.
I'm not saying anything until I get confirmation, but I sure as shit won’t hit her with heavy news while she’s healing from a damn gunshot wound.
So much shit... I grind my teeth, stirring in my seat.
“You alright, man?” Razor asks, side-eyeing me.
“As alright as I can be. I just need this shit over,” I sigh.
“I feel you. I want all those fucking sperm donors dead in the ground,” Razor says with passion.
“Ditto, brother.”
Razor
I'm worried about Purge. With all the shit that happened, it’s gone unnoticed or unacknowledged that his father wanted to kill him.
I’m still reeling that the Russian fucker runs The Retreat. He’s responsible for The Morgue, and everything that happens in it. For what Fiasca had to endure. He will pay with his life. Along with the other fathers—including mine.
I try to settle in for the ride, but it’s hard with everything going on.
My eyes burn lasers into Fiasca’s back. I need her. I almost lost her—and I had just started falling for her. I need her to fall right back.
And the fuck are we going to do about 3? That dude is super fucked up. I do feel bad for him, but he has it stuck in his head that Fiasca is his to claim. Nope. There is no way I’ll accept him as one of us. He's going to need to be put in his place. It's on my list for after we get to the compound.
