I take a step forward.
"Enzo." Cade's soft warning reaches me, and I bite back a sigh.
Yeah, I need to stick to the point here. And stick to this spot. Killing him, or even doing more damage at this point, isn't going to help things.
I just want to find my fucking sister.
"I wouldn't. I'd protect her, but I wouldn't touch her like that. I swear," Luke says.
"Did you guys have plans to run off? A secret place?"
"What the—" He shakes his head, wincing. "I told you, we didn't do anything. We were friends."
Then he seems to realize what he said, and his eyes grow wide. "Are...are...I—I only meant were as in I didn't think you'd let me be her friend anymore. If I get out of here."
I narrow my eyes. "That's not the topic."
But I file his answer away.
He wasn't planning on running off with her. That's one point for him.
But I press on. "Secret places? Did she mention any?"
"No."
I raise a brow. "No? I thought you were great buddies and talked."
"We didn't talk about that. She'd complain about school, talk about music..." He pauses as he looks at me. "When Lyndall was home, she had no one, and all she did when your father let her out was see a couple of friends. Movies. Shopping. Nothing wild. Honestly, a lot of her free time at home was practicing the violin."
"And that was it?"
"We didn't do anything. Not together. Not romantic, nothing."
It clicks. "You were her protection."
"That doesn't mean I touched her. N-not like your father thought." He frowns. "Is she okay?"
"Lyndall's missing. She ran off. If you have any idea where, it would be a good time to tell me."
"We should get going soon," Cade says softly.
Luke coughs, wheezing.
And a tiny part of me flickers with concern.
I can't take Luke with us, but he won't be alone.
There are a few people here if he needs help or food. Hacker types. And a guy I know in passing who does work for the Syndicate. But this isn't Syndicate, this is a space that's all Silas.
Being a Silas place, this is under his watch.
The hackers?
Syndicate guy who was on a computer when we came in.
And...it's also clear since there's no lock on this door, Luke can go if he wants. The fact he's choosing to stay, to lay low, says he'd prefer this little tin box over my father's wrath.
Still, I hesitate.
