We need this.
She needs this.
But what if he’s right?
No, what if he’swrong?
What if something happens, and everything goes to shit the minute he goes in?
They could kill him.
I throw my head back against the bench, pulling my hair tie loose and rustling my locks free. I’m getting too lost in my head; it’s fucking with my thoughts. My mind is convulsing with everything.
I stand from the floor, unscrewing the plates and walking over to the stack to find heavier ones.
When I turn around, a yelp comes from me, shortly morphing into a growl.
“Fuck, Saint. Stop with the stealthy shit.”
I snatch a plate from his hand, but his grip is like a vice; he doesn’t even budge from my tug.
“Sorry, darling, bad habit.” He cocks a brow, sliding the plate on the stack behind me.
Placing an arm on the wall beside me, he looks down at me through hooded eyes. “What’s tormenting your mind?”
I lean my head against the concrete, letting my eyes close.
I want to keep it inside, let it fester to the point I do something about it, but what use would it be?
I can’t leave here.
“Just…everything. I hate that they killed yet another innocent person, something they’ll get away with. Again. I hate that they took Jenna from us, I hate what they did to us…I hate that you think you can go in there alone.”
I open my eyes. He studies my face, brows knitted. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that, Saint. What if I never see you again?” I quietly admit.
I barely survived in our six years apart. I learned to live a hollow existence from pushing him away. The only thing that kept me going was working to get as many members of Sumus gone for good.
With the knowledge I now have?
The potential that they could take him from me too, after finally getting him back after all these years?
I wouldn’t survive that again, knowing he’d be gone indefinitely.
I’d become apocalyptic.
His hand reaches for my clenched one, slowly rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.
“Do you honestly think I’d walk in there, knowing there’s a chance I might not get out, when I’ve just got you back after six years?”
My heart squeezes at his confession, and I give him one of my own. “I think you’d do anything, if the risks would mean I’d be safe.”
Saint already showed me he’s left a path of destruction behind to get them back for what they did.
To me, Regina, Jenna, and his mom.
Gathering every piece of information on them, waiting for the perfect moment to cut the head off the snake.
