That’s why the place looks completely abandoned from the outside: all the windows must be boarded up with these.
The thought makes me nervously gulp.
Has Saint been doing this the whole time? Even when we were together?
He used to help out with his dad’s company when we were younger, but I thought he meant something like admin, learning to be the CEO.
Hell, I even thought he may have installed cameras for buildings.
I had no ideathiswas the type of security he meant. He’s had to have been keeping this a secret from me the entire time.
A soft knock on the door has me pulling back, closing the shutters again.
“Come in.” My voice is shaky, finding its tempo on preparing for who I want it to be.
But my shoulders loosen when I see it’s Regina.
“Hey,” she says, coming inside and closing the door.
She looks around the room, walking towards my bed and flopping down on it.
“I fear you and I have taken the red pill.”
I huff a pitiful laugh at her, walking over to sit in the armchair across from her. “I think we took that a while ago. We’re just seeing more of the story.”
“Yeah, no shit,” she adds, looking around the room, then her gaze landing on me. “I gave Dawson the files last night. I think they’ve been looking through them this morning.”
My fingers knot in my lap. “Let’s hope our unlucky streak ends now.”
It’s not that I’m unhappy I finally found Saint after all this time; it’s the circumstances around it.
Why couldn’t we have been like the books? Two long lost lovers bumping into each other in a bar or a park? It would have been easier.
Instead, our story is much darker.
Hands both soaked with blood, and hearts left with holes in them.
Regina and I head out to the hallway, following the path we left from the meeting room last night.
“Hope they do food here; I’m fucking starving,” Regina mumbles as we walk down the stairs, and right on cue, my stomach rumbles loudly.
“Have you seen how jacked every single person is? They’re eating, girl.”
I eye one of them as we reach the bottom, the tall blonde woman I recognise from last night named Holly. She looks like she’d knock Regina and I on our ass with a single finger.
She asked if I needed any of my injuries looked over from the other night. I was confused, but it turns out she’s a medic.
When she left, the only injury I was worried about was the dull ache in my chest.
Regina and I are strong, but I feel like we’re walking around like new recruits, waiting for muscle mass to come to us one day.
When we reach the meeting room, my heart lurches.
I once said Saint was bad for my health, and this just proves it.
He’s leaning against the back wall, fingers interlinked behind his nape as he stares down at the computer screen, Rex and Dawson sitting, staring at it intently.
“You might want to go back for your jaw,” Regina whispers, and I nudge her with my elbow, her laugh alerting the guys we’ve walked in.
