Jesus fucking Christ, if I unintentionally put Angelito’s twin sister in the Tomb, I will be in such deep shit.
A few weeks earlier, I’d seen a flash of a mystery girl on the camera feed. It was brief, but from the back, she did look like Avianna.
Naturally, if it was Avianna Alvarez, my first inclination was to use her as bait… To lure my pajarito back.
I’d even had Kent stock clothes for her in the birdcage.
But when I asked Nestor to look into it, he told me the girl was gone. That was a party guest lingering after the lockdown. And I was so distracted by everything happening with Jonathan, I didn’t think twice, or check the feeds for more appearances.
If she is here, then it seems that my private security officer is either lying, or so incompetent he didn’t really check.
Neither option makes Nestor look very good.
Rushing to the cell, I could already see that the door was open.Luthor’s device did that.
She’d escaped, and was roaming the island once more.
Catching my breath was difficult, knowing that I needed to find this person. I wanted nothing more than to scour the camera feeds for any sign of her, to see if it really was Avianna. But I didn’t have time.
I needed to get back to solitary, to be there when Warren woke up. It was even more imperative now that he fathom just howdeeplyhe and his hacker boyfriend had fucked up.
“Jefe?!” Voices call out, and I jump, yanked out of the memory of earlier tonight, face flinging in their direction.
Shit.
“Jefe?? Is that you?? He’s here!”
God dammit.
Closing my eyes, I pull in one more breath of freedom, before spinning to face them.
Equino and Dominguez are rushing over to me, clamoring about if I’mokayandwhat happened, andblah blah blah. But I can’t stop peeking over my shoulder, into the forest.
If he’s here, I will find him.
Or… her.
If Angelito came back for me,again, that means my little bird is far more determined than I thought. It’s been years since Club Edge, after all. To go through everything he must have gone through to find me here…
Mi pajarito es hambriento.
And despite what he’ll allow himself to believe, he’s hungry for more than just the revenge that’s driven him all this time.
Fuck, I can feel him under my skin already.
Go on. Fly, little bird…
Right into your ready-made cage.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I brush off their fussing. “Calmate, I’mfine. Where’s Jonathan…?”
They share a look, and my brow furrows.
“Spit it out. Was he in the prison??” My eyes fling to the wreck.
“Uh… si,” Equino mutters. “Most of them were.”
“Okay…and?”
