I sit up fast, watching in shock and horror as Byron Kang wrestles my fiancé on the floor. I barely have the chance to process what’s going on before Trevel Fenwick lunges on top of me, holding Lem’s straight razor up to my throat.
“Easy now, sweetheart,” he hisses over my face, grinning. “Wouldn’t want you getting carved, now would we?”
I’m stunned solid, the rage in me spreading quick, like a poison injected directly into my heart. Accentuated by how stupid I feel…
Never let you guard down. Jesus…
You used to be good at this. Now look at you??
Too busy being in love to see the potential of gettingcaughtaround every corner.
“If you hurt him, I swear to God…” I seethe, glaring up at him. This British asshole I actually thought was cool for a hot second.
My eyes flick to Lemuel and Byron… My heart is screaming. But on the outside, I’m calm.
It’s my thing.The benefits of being a sociopath, I suppose.
I puff myself up, snarling some psycho shit at him, though I can barely even tell what I’m saying. I’m just so worried about Lem.
Yes, he’s huge, and he could totally hold his own in any fight, but I don’t want him to have to. And Byron is a fighter. It’s what he does, according to Luthor and Ren. Not only that, he’s also pissed. So is Trevel.
They’re angry, I know that. I have no misconceptions about why this is happening.
As Trevel hauls me to my feet and holds a blade to my throat, and thunder rumbles outside, my soul rages in tandem with the storm. Engaged then slaughtered for revenge.
Seems fitting.
Just like my reason for being here, on this island… inevitably, it would all come crashing down.
God, this is insufferable.
Let… me… out!
Yanking and fighting against the restraints on my wrists is starting to hurt, and getting real old. Not to mention the belt around my neck is threatening to choke me to death…
Boy, if that wouldn’t be the irony of a lifetime.
Regardless, there’s nothing else I can do. I’ve been here for way too long, without the slightest clue what’s going on outside of this room.
Not long after Byron and Trevel burst into my engagement night, tied me up and stole my fiancé, there was some loud crash. Honestly,loudandcrasharen’t even adequate descriptors. It shook the ground and rattled the walls. We felt it even up here on the second floor.
I’m not sure if it was a bomb or some kind of explosion… I don’t know what the hell it was, but it scared the shit out of me, mainly because Lemuel is out there somewhere. And I just hope he’s alright.
Trevel took him. If I were to guess, I’d say he was bringing him to the prison, though it’s unclear why. The reason is irrelevant. Regardless of Trevel Fenwick’s motivation orreasoning, he has my fiancé. He’s taken him hostage, brought him out into a storm so dangerous, things are literally falling apart out there.
Byron stayed behind with me, but after the crash, he left to go see what was going on. I can’t say for certain how long ago that was. It feels like it was hours ago, but it was probably only forty-five minutes. Part of me had foolishly assumed Byron would be back to let me know what was happening.
Yea, pretty naïve.Even if he found answers, the last thing he’s probably concerned with is updating me. He hates my guts…
I can’t say I don’t get it. I killed his friend. And he thinks I’m… stealing his other friends from him. Which is crazy.
Me? Felix Darcey… stealing someone’s friends??
Right.
I don’t even have friends. I think I’m lucky enough to consider Luthor and Ren acquaintances turned very new friends. And I love that, because they’re super cool and I adore spending time with them. But they’re notmine… Byron’s known them for years. They’re his family. How could he think I would steal them?
Although there’s been obvious tension between the three of them for a while now. And truth be told… I think it’s all my fault.
