I watch it all unfold from the mattress.
The way his fingers flex before turning into fists at his sides.
He wants to argue. I can see it and I’m sure Dante sees it just as clearly too.
“That look that you’ve been giving her,” Dante goes on, “that’s the one that gets people killed. Thinking there’s a version of this world where you get to keep your hands clean of the blood and filth.”
Finnic doesn’t speak as he continues to glare at him.
Dante speaks once more, “Go outside and get some air.”
Finnic hesitates and as he does, his eyes briefly turn to meet mine.
Dante tilts his head to block Finnic from looking at me, “Go.”
He does as told and leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Dante slides his attention back to me.
He waits a moment to make sure Finnic’s footsteps have disappeared before speaking, “I don’t think he’s going to make it much longer.”
I bite my lip, smirking. “Good, because I need a shower.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dante
Her smirk staysright where it is.
I cross the room and drop onto the mattress beside her, the material dipping under my weight.
Before I say anything, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I have to pull up the camera feeds from the building to make sure Finnic isn’t too close. The last thing I need is him stumbling in to see how comfy we are.
I lay the phone down on the bed within reach, the screen glowing faintly. Then I hook my fingers under the edge of the ski-mask and drag it up and off my head.
The thing is itchy and reeks with sweat. My hair is probably a mess, so I shake it out with a shake of myhead. I resist the urge to toss the mask across the room and instead lay it beside me.
As I lean against the wall, she watches me the entire time, tracking my movement like a chess piece sliding across the board.
“You’re right.” I say in a monotone voice.
She turns to look at me, eyes gleaming with curiosity, “And what exactly am I right about?”
A low chuckle slips from my lips, “You fucking smell.”
She slaps my arm with a quick whack. “Dickhead.”
I wave my hand in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, I deserve that. But, come on… this is a hell of a situation we’re in, huh?”
She arches a brow, leaning back on her elbows. “You mean me clinging to this mattress while you sit there continuing to be mysterious?”
“Yeah, that too,” I say, smirking. “But I’m talking about Finnic, and well, your brother too.”
She flashes a worrisome look. “What about Viktor?”
“He’s good. He’s really good, actually.” I crack my knuckles before continuing, “That girl gave him just enough information to draw him out. We caught his ass in a matter of hours.”
She exhales softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Of course he’s doing great. The Genovese’s don’t back down from a challenge, now do we?” She bumps my shoulder with hers.
