“I know how to get out of here.”
While I had to hold my scream back from coming face to face with the one insect on the planet that I simply couldn’t stand, the second I heard Fangs’s voice, I had to stop myself from rejoicing. Despite the pain lingering in my head, I shot upright, bolting up from the mattress before I scrambled to get to my feet.
I stumbled around a bit before I caught myself against a wooden support beam, and as I searched for Fangs, I found him standing beneath a shred of light that poured through a slat above our heads.
And I found myself entranced with what he looked like.
I hadn’t gotten a good glimpse at him since he had been tossed into that place with me. I figured he was tall and buff, with the silhouette outline I had chanced a glance at last night when Bullet had entered the scene. But as I stood there studying his features, I found myself at a loss for words.
The man was beautiful.
I mean, his ebony hair sat thick on top of his head, and his steel gray eyes shimmered with determination in the small stream of light we had been afforded. His shoulders were mounted with muscle, stretched tightly over their breadth before pouring into a chest that puffed out with pride. Or maybe he was so chiseled with muscle that he simply looked like that all of the time.
Either way, I found my fingertips itching to rumble along their strength.
“Julia?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes. Sorry.”
“Did you hear me?”
I scoffed. “Of course, I heard you. It’s why I stood up. How in the world do you know how to get out of here? I’ve been down here two weeks and still haven’t figured that out.”
“You interested in knowing how I worked that out?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m more interested in how I can help.”
His gaze raked down my body. “So, you don’t care how we get out of here.”
“Nope. So long as there’s a way to get my sister out in the process, I’m in.”
He sucked air through his teeth before his gaze snapped back up to mine. “You trust people too easily.”
I decided to give him a once-over with my eyes, especially since he was doing it to me. “Well, you seem to not trust people at all.”
“Keeps me alive.”
I wrinkled my nose. “So, you don’t trust me because you think I’m going to kill you?”
He blinked. “No, I don’t trust you because I don’t know you.”
His open admittance of not being able to trust me hurt. It slammed into my chest, stopping my heart as I struggled to catch my breath. I trusted him, so why didn’t he trust me? I mean, I had cleaned him up. Been on his side. Answered his questions, though maybe not to the fullest right up front. But who did that kind of thing nowadays in our culture? Just spewing their life story to anyone who asked?
No one, that was who.
I didn’t have time to figure out why it bothered me, though, because if he had a plan then we had to get a jumpstart on preparing for it.
“Okay, so what’s the gameplan?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips.
Fangs grinned. “If these guys are as stupid as I think, then I know what building we’re in as well as its layout.”
My eyes widened. “You’re fucking kidding me. But how can you—”
He held up his hand, cutting off my sentiment. “Shh, shh, shh, shh. Listen. Can you hear it?”
I closed my eyes and strained to hear whatever the hell it was his ears had caught, and after a few seconds of nothingness, I finally heard it. My ears had finally tuned themselves in to the muffled talking happening above our heads. And the more I focused, the more I could catch some of the words they were using.
Though, they didn’t make any sense.
