“I’ll tell you everything I know if you just sit down and answer some questions in front of the camera for me.”
“You really want to make deals right now?” My husband slid the knife under his chin, pressing against his neck.
Dave smirked. “It’s worth a shot. What do you say, Eisley?”
“How do I know you’re not bluffing?”
“How about this, if you answer a question of mine, I’ll answer one of yours, and then at the end, you can have the entire file I have on your family.”
“Deal.”
Constantine pulled the knife back and gave me a look that sent a ripple of stutters through my heart. “Are you sure?”
“I have to know.”
He stepped aside and let me follow Dave out and over to hair and makeup.I saw Emi, Therese, and the others a distance away, listening to someone with a clipboard. They were covered in fake blood and had changed into neon colors, acid-washed jeans, and fanny packs.
“They’re reenacting some of his first captives,” the makeup artist explained.I had questions, but I was unsure of how much the crew knew about my history, and I didn’t want to reveal any more to them.
“Did they get anyone to be the Minister?” another stylist came over and asked.
“No, not that I know of yet. They’re still looking. They asked his son, but he said no.”
I glared.Who in their right mind would think someone would agree to that?Constantine snickered, seeing my face, but said nothing. He simply stood like a bodyguard, an arm’s length away, protecting me.Despite this being only the second time seeing him as an adult, the feelings of safety and home were still there, right at the forefront of my mind. He had been my protector then, and he was my protector now.An hour later, both of us were seated in a trailer that had been rearranged to do interviews.
“We had a deal,” I reminded Dave.
“Yes.” He tapped his tablet. “I’ve got it here. Are you ready?”
I glanced over at Constantine, who was watching me intently. I knew if I needed to stop, he’d defend me.“Let’s go.”Someone snapped the cut prop and they counted down.
“Tell us about the Minister, Eisley.”
“He was tall, slim. Dark hair, blue eyes. Very blue eyes.”
“We know what he looked like, but what was he like in person?”
“He was very intimidating. Everything he said was taken as the word of god himself. If he decided something, that was it.”
“Did he make a lot of decisions?”
“He made all the decisions.”
There was a pause, and he called cut.“Good, your eyes…” He gave me a thumbs-up that made my stomach roll. Did he think I was acting? I wiped my clammy palms on my dress. “Now, what would you like to know about your parents?”
“Their names,” I blurted.
“Gael and Leah.”
“Last name?” I rolled my eyes.
“Rosales. Congratulations, you’re Hispanic.”
My last name was Rosales. Eisley Rosales. I’d already assumed the Latino part, considering my skin tone and other physical tells, but the last name? I’d had no clue. They turned the cameras back on and we kept going.
“Were you ever told about what the Sinister Minister was doing in the room under his office?”
My eyes flicked to Constantine. That room was the last time I’d seen him before a few days ago. It was the room I thought he’d died in.“No. I didn’t know the full details until after the news came out.”
