“That you are nothing without me,” he snarls.
I sigh and cup his face in my hands. “No, Gideon.Youare nothing without me.”
“We can fix this,” he says, his voice dropping lower. Interesting. I’ve never seen Gideon beg.
“We have to go now if we want to stage it as an accident,” Ghost says.
Hunter moves around me and twists the lid off of a large plastic bottle before emptying the clear liquid over Gideon’s head. The sweet pungent smell of gasoline fills the plane, making my eyes water.
I swallow as Fox hands me a box of matches. “Time to light him up, firecracker. Let’s burn your demons to the ground where they belong.”
My eyes find Gideon’s, and I hesitate. “Did you put a will in place?” I wonder.
Gideon’s eyes narrow. “Yes.”
“What does it say?”
“You get everything, because I love you.”
No, he’s an idiot who thought he could keep pushing me without consequences. My lips lift in a smile as I pluck a match from the box. “I’m going to use every cent to help domestic and sexual abuse survivors. Every cent, Gideon. It’s all going to victims of people like you. Perhaps that will carry currency in Hell.”
“Honor, you can’t do this!”
I strike the match, mesmerized by the yellow and orange flicker as Hunter and Ghost exit the plane.
“Do it,” Fox murmurs, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “End him.”
Gideon shouts and struggles against his ropes, his feet slamming against the floor in a desperate attempt to save his life. I raise my head and meet his eyes, a calmness settling over me like a comforting blanket. “Goodbye, Gideon.” I flick my wrist, sending the match flying. It ignites instantly, spreading over his body and lighting up the interior of the plane.
I stand frozen, watching as Gideon’s mouth opens wide asscreams pour from him. Fox grabs my arm, shaking me out of my stupor, and drags me out the door and down the stairs. We dash across the runway and toward the grass where Ghost and Hunter wait for us, Fox keeping me upright as I stumble over my feet.
Ghost hands me a phone. “You want to do the honors, Honor?”
“Funny,” I mutter, grabbing the phone from her hands. “Let’s give it a minute. I can still hear his screams, and he deserves to suffer.” The three of us stand, watching the flames through the plane’s windows. My thumb hovers over the red button, and I blow out a breath.Three. Two. One.I stab my finger down, but nothing happens.
“Swipe, not stab,” Ghost says with a chuckle.
“Oh.” I slide my index finger across the screen, and the plane explodes with a deafening sound. A wall of heat slams into us, forcing us back. Thick black clouds of smoke shoot into the sky, while bright orange flames consume the plane’s carcass. Debris flutters in the air, and I find myself once more transfixed. “Wow.”
“Fox?” Ghost snaps. I spin just in time to see him sway and tilt backward.
“Fuck,” Hunter snaps, catching him before his head hits the ground.
I kneel next to him and yank his T-shirt up. Blood seeps out of a hole in his stomach. I shake my head. “Fox, no.” I push my hands over the wound, but the blood spurts between my fingers. He lifts his hand and grasps my nape.
“Marry me,” he whispers before passing out in my arms. No.No, no, no.I can’t lose him. I won’t survive it.
CHAPTER 47
FOX
I have found you.
An annoying beeping echoes in the tunnel I’m traveling in. I shake my head trying to get rid of the insistent noise, but it’s no use.
“Fox?” my grandmother says. Confusion clouds my mind. When did Gran join the military? It’s too dangerous here. I have to send her back to where it’s safe.
“He’s waking up.” That’s the voice of an angel. Melodic. Sweet. Sassy.Honor.
