And I…
I…
I swipe my phone from beside the bed and snag my charger out of my bag. I have to go into the kitchen to plug it in, and it takes another few minutes for it to charge enough for me to turn it on.
The signal is back.
Everything is in working order again, and I… I can’t believe I hate it so much.
Maybe we would have run out of food, and maybe we would eventually have frozen to death, but some small part of me really wishes Streeter and I could have just stayed here forever.
I don’t know what we’re doing—I don’t actually know what he has planned. I don’t know whatmove fastmeans.
But I need him to know that whatever he plans on doing, I can help.
I can be there with him.
I can?—
“Seriously, you need me to move bodies? It’s fucking cold out, Streeter.” The male voice on the phone spills from the extra bedroom where Streeter wandered off to charge his phone, and I press my back against the kitchen wall. I can hear it, tinny and small, coming from the speakerphone while Streeter paces, the voice drifting clearly through the open bedroom door.
“Yeah, I know,” Streeter says with a huff. “I’ll owe you. I just know when the snow melts, someone is going to realize what’s going on. I’m not in the mood to get caught, Camden.”
“Caught.” I hear the man on the phone scoff obnoxiously, the sound filling the space. “I thought this phone call was for another reason.” There’s somethingwarmin his voice that makes my stomach flip unhappily, a familiarity I can clearly read. “I told you I’d bring the snowmobile to your cabin to warm you up.”
Streeter chuckles. “Now ain’t the time. I need someone up here, fast.”
Camdensighs heavily, and my brows knit together. He has to know who Streeter is to be so casual about it. “You fucking owe me.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Don’t say that. I can berealinventive.”
Streeter makes a noise between laughter and a groan. “Listen, all I know is that Remi said the checkout date was a few days ago. I should have had this cleaned up and been goneyesterday.”
“Remi?” the man on the phone asks.
For a moment, the room goes silent. I can taste my pulse on the back of my tongue while I wait for him to answer.
“Yeah,” Streeter laughs. “Pretty little thing. He’s been keeping me warm while I waited for the snow to melt.”
And he’s been losing his heart to you from the get-go. Of course, I can’t burst into the room and interrupt his conversation to say that, but…
“There’s someonealivewith you? Streeter.” The rumbly voice on the phone lets out a laugh. “I know you like to play with your food sometimes, but that’s a bit ridiculous.” The man pauses. “I can help you take care of the wetwork, but youdefinitelyowe me.”
Take care of the wetwork.
“I never said you had to help me kill Remi, Camden.”
Kill Remi.
I shove off the wall in a clumsy motion, feeling a little dizzy. My mouth is dry and my heart is thundering in my chest.
It’s ridiculous, because I knew this was a possibility. I’ve known it since the moment I dropped to my knees in an attempt to save myself. Streeter is dangerous—he’s a killer.
He’s…
Fuck, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. There’s a very real possibility that before him, I would have just given in to letting whatever Trevor had planned happen. That I would have thought maybe I deserved whatever he was going to do to me.
