She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Fangs didn’t tell you?”
“Tee, one second I was sleeping in Fangs’s bed—”
She smirked. “Ooooooo, sounds like the beginning of a porno.”
I shot her a look. “Where. The fuck. Are we?”
She pushed herself upright. “Fangs said he talked to you about getting us to a remote location where we’d be safe until everything is done tonight. You weren’t waking up, either, so I just told him to let you sleep if you were that tired.”
I scrambled out of bed and leapt toward the first window I found. And when I pulled the curtains back, Tee rushed to my side.
“Uh, he said to keep those closed,” she said as she pointed.
I tried to open the window but it was no use. “Come on, Tee. Help me!”
“What for? The window’s painted shut.”
I slid the curtains closed. “There has to be a way out of here.”
“Wait, what!? Why?”
I strode through the bedroom. “Come on! Help me find a way out of this place!”
I navigated my way through the small Cape Cod until I found the front door. I had to throw open at least four sets of locks before the damned thing gave to my tugging. But when it did, I ripped it open as if my life depended on it. I stepped outside, my head on a swivel as I looked for a car. Or a van. Or a bike. Or a pair of fucking rollerblades, for crying out loud.
However, all I found was the scorched, cracked eath of the desert stretched out in front of me for miles and miles.
My God, Fangs had stuck us in some remote-ass, desert-filled house in the middle of literal nowhere.
“God damn it, Fangs!” I shrieked.
And I listened as the heat of my voice echoed back at me from the canyons of clay mountains off in the distance.
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“This place is pretty remote,” Bender said.
I found myself lost in thought. “That’s the point.”
“Are you sure this is the only way we can keep them safe?”
I slowly looked over at him like he had lost his mind. “You got any other options?”
He shrugged. “Not necessarily, but—”
I turned my gaze back out the window. “Then, can it.”
He was right, though. The safehouse I had chosen was the most remote one we had at our disposal, and I picked that one for a reason. Our desert safehouse had no way of getting to it or from it without the knowledge inside of our heads to get there. Hell, we didn’t even have directions written down anywhere. One of us would have to snap and tell Bullet the exact directions in order to find the place, which was why I had chosen that house specifically for them.
There was no way there or back without our knowledge.
“Fangs?” Bender asked.
I groaned. “Look, I’m not losing anyone else on my watch. There’s been enough funerals on our schedules to last a fucking lifetime.”
“All I’m saying is—”
