Angel offers Fenwick a kind smile, which he returns. The dude is a beacon of enlightenment, apparently.Who knew?
Shit… Am I a bad pansexual??
“Thanks,” Angel murmurs, gaze breaking away from Trevel to glance around the group of people, staring once more. “No worries, I promise. He/him.”
“Listen, kid,” I sigh. “I know this is overwhelming, but I need you to spill the beans. What are youreallydoing here?”
I have a feeling this iswaydeeper than simply stealing the Warden’s secret sex prisoner. Trevel was right… He took something very important to Manuel Blanco.
And The Ivory might just burn this island to the ground to get it back.
It was a regular day…
I’m nervous. This isweird.
I don’t know these people… And yet, I do.
I’ve been watching them for so much longer than they realize. That’s most of what’s freaking them out right now. Learning how long I’ve actually been among them, though we’re only just officially meeting.
I won’t pretend it’s not loco as fuck.
Still, being grilled by this ragtag group of warriors—thisrebel alliance, if you will—isn’t what’s making me squirm. Not all of it, anyway.
Interrogations are easy. What’s a little more complicated is what’s likely about to happen to every last one of them because I’m standing here.
If he comes for me, they’re all dead.
And let’s be real… He’s most certainly coming.
Diablo.
I feel my face flushing, but I just keep trying to hide it. There are so many layers to this… So many unexpected pieces to the puzzle of this island and my presence on it. They’re only justfinding out that I’m one of them… Connecting to some more than others.
I didn’t expect to be plopped in the center of them this way, but now that I am, I’d prefer to keep some of the details of what I know to myself. At least, the more… sordid ones.
My uneasy gaze creeps once more to the boy with the pink hair, and his large counterpart.
It might not go over well…
A garbled voice comes over Velle’s walkie, and he plucks it off his holster. His eyes stay on me while he responds to Officer Peters—I recognize the voice, mostly the obvious military training when he speaks.
“Boss… we got ‘em. Everyone’s locked and loaded. Ready to mobilize on your go-ahead.”
“Sounds good, kid. The watch team knows the drill. Just get your asses over here in one piece.” His eyes are gleaming amusement, but even more confidence.
“Tell Alex I said hi!” Ren squeals while Velle waves him off.
“Ten-four, Captain,” Peters replies, and Velle chuckles.
“Alright, Major General.” Velle finally takes his eyes off me long enough to peek at his partners, who are grinning. “Can’t wait to see you.” Ren is pouting. Velle rolls his eyes. “AndCarson.”
Peters laughs softly. It’s a nice sound. I always liked him… Strictly based on watching, of course. But he seems like a stand-up guy, and his boyfriend, Alex Carson from the control room, is a true gem.
I hope I get to meet them…
I’m glad to see Velle looking himself again. The last time I saw him, he was much more stressed. Then again, it’s been weeks…
And I’ve been trapped inside the mansion the whole time—from one cage to another. In all that time, I’ve only seen one person—well, two, if you include Kent. And my stomach dropswhen I recall Byron telling us he was killed out there, helping them escape.
