His nod is sharp and deliberate at my answer. “Then you go there. We’ll tell the others about the change in plans and to check those areas for tunnel access.”
Just as Dad leans away, he fixes me with a warning glare, dropping his voice so that only I can hear him. “Keep your fucking head on from here on out. Your anger could cost you it all.”
I steel my spine. “Get everyone ready to split up between the three. I need to do something before I leave.”
Making my way out the meeting room, I rush up the stairs and make my way over to the east wing, pounding on a door to a room I’ve never entered.
I pace along the corridor outside Jenna’s room. I need to know if she’s ever been at the coast, and whether or not she knows about these fucking tunnels.
That home is the only one I never bothered to get blueprints of, a fucking major error on my part. I should have known it was vacant for a reason.
If Jenna can give me a basic layout, I can spread my team out better when we arrive.
No one can holdmeback from going straight through the fucking front doors.
I’ll fight my way through with my bare fucking hands if I need to.
But I can’t risk them or Indie going in completely blind.
Jenna’s door opens, revealing her tiny frame hidden behind the door. I take a step backwards, giving her space. Doctor Beverley told me she’s uneasy around men, but she’s been making progress speaking to Rex the last couple days.
He hasn’t been allowed close to her yet, and despite the urge that I want to shake every piece of knowledge she has within her out, she’s Indie’s best friend.
I won’t allow for my detachment from reality to cause her harm.
She’s my only hope at getting information, seeing as they fucking killed Ross, who’d know exactly what to do to get what I need for the layout.
Fuck.
She’s the best chance I have at getting straight to Indie.
“Saint? What’s going on? I-I keep hearing people yelling outside.”
“Can I talk to you? Please,” I ask, taking another step back when she flinches at my hand pushing through my hair.
When I lean against the wall, my hands link behind my back.
“About what?” she asks, hand gripping the door as her eyes dart down the corridor.
The entire Pit is now up in arms.
Rex and Dawson will be going over our plans to enter all locations; we discussed on the way here a plan for every single eventuality. No one will fucking undermine me.
And now I’ve been given the knowledge of an underground passage?
My positions just got a hell of a lot higher on the scoreboard.
I drag in a breath that burns my lungs, my teeth grinding against each other before I speak. “Indie’s been taken—”
“What!” she exclaims, hobbling back from the door as her eyes widen on me.
“I don’t have time to explain the ins and outs of it, Jenna. Regina will fill you in. Do you know about Conrad’s home at the coast, and what can you tell me about the tunnels?”
The second I stop speaking, her face drains of colour entirely.
It’s all the confirmation I need. “I understand talking about this is hard, Jenna. I think they have her there, and I need to get to her. Time can’t be wasted.”
Her hand presses to her forehead, and she turns away from me and grabs a soft toy, clutching it to her chest as she closes her eyes and breathes in hollow breaths. “I know them.”
