I’m ready for a war.
Hope doesn’t feel as dangerous as I do right now.
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Indie
formula - labrinth
Twodayshavepassedsince Louisa showed me that video of Saint. Each time I blink, I see his bruised and bloodied body behind my eyelids.
I want to cry tears of relentless joy, scream at the top of the world that he’s fuckingalive. But I can’t, because I don’t know how long it will last before he’s tortured to death.
And there wasn’t just one video; there were multiple.
A CCTV feed sits in the corner of the room they drag him into. Where he is before and goes after, I have no idea. Louisa didn’t mention it, and I didn’t ask, too caught up in the fact that his heart still beats.
She handed over the location of Clarke’s research centre where Saint is being held and gave us all the information she had. Well, that we know of. This is the only lead given, so we’ll snatch at it with greedy hands.
I don’t doubt they’d have either cells or padded rooms at the facility. They’re going to ensure he either goes insane or hands over the information they want from him.
What they don’t know is that Saint lost his mind a long time ago; that man really is the devil reincarnated. I’ve witnessed him drenched in the blood of his enemies, and yet, not once has it made me back away in fear.
Everyone else though? Yeah, they have every right to be terrified.
Saint may be all seven deadly sins wrapped up in inked skin and grey eyes, but I’ve glimpsed that angel that rests within him for me. He might no longer be God’s favourite, but he sure as hell is mine.
So I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they can take that away from us, even him.
When I get my hands on him, he’ll learn a whole new meaning to indulge in wrath.
Rex told me what he did to the Chief, how Saint left him with more holes than a damn sponge. Now I can smile about it, because Saint is nothing if not poetic in his wicked ways, seeing as the Chief tried to poke holes in my story when I reported Conrad.
The mere chance of luck on them crossing paths, Saint not even hesitating to take him out without a solid plan. That might have been what really threw me over the edge if I still thought he was dead, knowing I’d have to live with never thanking him.
Now it’s got a fire roaring inside me.
We’re all dotted around the meeting room of the Pit, Regina and Jenna at either side of me. Jenna seems more at ease being around people, which honestly just looking at her, fills my heart with something warm.
It might be down to the fact Rex is standing by her like a personal bodyguard, his hands gripping the back of the sofa ateach side of her head, almost like he’s caging her in, just waiting for someone to get too close and make her uncomfortable.
Mom is thankfully still up in her room with Dr Beverley. I went to go see her this morning and reassured her I wasfine. She doesn’t know Louisa was here, or that Barry is dead. She thinks her other daughter is in hiding, that the government has her protected from whatever threats are outside waiting for her.
Little does she know that Louisaisthe threat.
I still don’t trust her or what she said. She gave it up a little too freely for my liking, and I refuse to believe her reasons. She’s had years of practising lies and placing on masks; what’s to say yesterday wasn’t her closing performance?
Right now though, Saint’s life is worth more than the risks.
Malcolm places the phone on the desk, and just like the same aura his son owns, the room falls silent. Now that I know he has military experience, I see it now. The way he holds himself, barks orders at people who just follow them without hesitation.
These guys recognise the authority; they hang on his every word. “We’re going to be dropped off by air.”
“Air?” Rex repeats, dragging out the last letter as he stares over my shoulder at Saint’s dad.
Malcolm leans against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Glad to see your hearing’s working, Rex. Yes, air.”
Rex goes to throw him the middle finger, then subtly thinks twice by dragging it through his hair instead, but Malcolm doesn’t miss it. Neither does Dawson, going by his hushed chuckle.
