He reads my silence as an answer, his eyes jamming closed.
“Fuck,” he grits out, reaching his arm behind him as he tugs his phone from his back pocket to write a text.
Clicks from his fingers battering the screen is the only sound between us. The speed matches the same rate my pulse is strumming at.
“What’s wrong?” I eventually manage to ask, watching the tight muscles of his shoulders tense, the veins in his neck protruding against inked skin as he barks something out through text.
The sound of the message sending swooshes through the tension between us.
“Doesn’t matter right now. But listen to me, Indie, you’re in danger.Seriousfucking danger. You and Regina need to leave, right fucking now.” He marches to the window, peering out to the side as he nods his head.
“Wait, Saint—”
“You’ve both been fooled, and this goes way beyond Sumus. The person that asked you to take me out? They’re bigger than anyone you’ve likely dealt with. Seriously. You have no idea what they’re capable of, or what the fuck you might have gotten yourself involved in.” He softens his voice, those familiar eyes scalding onto mine. “These people don’t leave behind unfinished business, and that’s what you’ve now become.”
Wait.
I didn’t even mention the name Sumus. How the hell does he know about them?
Regina and I obviously knew something had gone wrong; everything’s been sketchy since the get go, now that I look back. But the fear in his voice?
It threatens my own.
“Our contact tried to hack our system; Gina stopped them.”
He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, cursing under his breath.
His phone dings again, and he immediately replies, occasionally flickering a glance up to me.
My hand smooths up my arm, feeling the trail of goosebumps that haven’t settled since he made his presence known.
“Why were they trying to kill you?” I finally ask, breaking the silence between us.
Why would anyone want to hurt him?
I get he looks like one of those guys assholes might want to mess with, but what the hell has he been doing during our time apart?
What does he know about them that I don’t?
“It’s a long, long story.”
“I’ve got time.” I fold my arms across my chest.
His phone goes off again, and he keeps his focus on whoever he’s communicating with when he answers me.
“No you don’t. Where is Gina?”
Shit.
This might be the event that pushes her off the edge if she sees Saint up here.
She thinks—knows—he’s my unhealthy obsession.
The fact he was the guy that chased me through the woods like a gun-wielding maniac, and it wasn’t John?
She’s going to have fucking kittens.
“Out getting a new setup. Where the hell are we supposed to go? We can’t just leave.”
