Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
We turned into the small bathroom, which didn’t have a window. Em shut the door behind us, pausing long enough in the doorway to glare at Hunter in some kind of silent battle. Then the door shut.
I rushed over to the toilet, incredibly relieved.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, looking over at her. She ran her hands through her hair, then crossed her arms and rubbed up and down. “How are you? Did he hurt you?”
“My pride? Definitely,” she said, eyes snapping. “Not physically. I can’t believe this. Seriously—I can’t believe how stupid I was. I actually invited him to come and meet me. I made it so easy. Idiot.”
I didn’t reply, washing my hands as we swapped places, then cupping them to take a drink. My mouth was all cottony.
“Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to us?” I asked. “Skid scares the crap out of me.”
“Did he hurt you?” she asked, her voice sharp.
“No.”
“That’s good. This is a pretty fucked-up situation,” she said. “Toke—he’s the one who cut me at the party—he’s gone off his rocker. This shooting thing makes no sense to me at all, but if it really happened, we’re screwed. Nobody knows where Toke is, not even Deke, and he’s Toke’s president. They’ve all been looking for him since the party. Cutting me was not okay, and Dad wants to make sure he pays for it.”
“Shit,” I muttered. “So your dad couldn’t give them this Toke guy, even if he wanted to?”
“I don’t think so,” she said slowly. “I mean, he’s really protective of me. When Toke hurt me like that, Dad lost it. If Dad could find him, he’d be found already. We’re pretty fucked here, Sophie.”
“Do you think they’ll hurt us?”
She considered the question.
“Liam won’t,” she replied. “I mean, he won’t hurt me. I don’t think he’ll hurt you, either.”
I cocked my head at her.
“You do realize he was lying to you all along, right? Just because you liked him doesn’t mean you can trust him, Em.”
“Oh, I know that,” she said quickly, then shook her head ruefully. “Believe me, I’m well aware that I’m the fuckwit who got us into this.”
“You’re not a fuckwit,” I said forcefully. “He’s a liar and he’s good at it. Not your fault that he targeted you.”
It was the Reapers’ fault, but I figured rubbing it in wouldn’t be particularly helpful.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “But I’m serious—I really don’t think he’ll hurt me. I’m more worried about Skid.”
“It’s his brother they’ve got,” I told her. “His real brother. I think he wanted to hurt me.”
“You guys okay in there?” Hunter called through the door.
“We’re fine,” Em snapped, startling me. “Give us a fucking minute, asshole!”
My eyes went wide.
“That was pretty bitchy,” I hissed. “Do you think that’s smart? Maybe I’m reading the situation wrong here, but don’t we want him in a good mood?”
She snorted sarcastically.
“Fuck that,” she replied. “I’m a Reaper and I’ll be damned if I’ll suck up to some Devil’s Jack dickwad.”
“Well I’m not a Reaper,” I said quietly. “And I’d just as soon not die here and leave Noah an orphan, so don’t piss him off.”
She looked chastened.
“Sorry. I guess I have my dad’s temper.”
“Too bad you don’t have your dad’s gun.”
“No shit, right? And I’m the good girl in the family. You should see my sister.”
“You have one minute,” Hunter called through the door. “Then I’m coming in.”
Em washed her hands and we left the bathroom. I avoided making eye contact with Hunter, who stood back and jerked his head toward “my” bedroom.
“Go in and lie down on the bed,” he said. “Both of you.”
We did what he said—although I could see it killed Em to obey—and two minutes later he had us both cuffed to the bedstead. Thankfully, he only did one wrist each, which was way more comfortable than Skid’s method.
“I’ll bring you some food,” Hunter said, tracing a finger across Em’s cheek.
She glared at him. “I’m gonna buy a bright red dress to wear to your funeral, Liam.”
“Yeah?” he replied, eyes narrowing. “Make sure it’s short and shows off your tits.”
“I hate you,” she hissed.
“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”
He walked out, slamming the door behind him. I bit my tongue, wondering what the hell that was all about.
“Don’t worry,” Em said after an awkward pause. “We’ll find our way out of this. We’ll escape somehow. Either that or the guys will find us.”
“Do you have any ideas?” I asked, wondering what the hell was going on between them. “Did he tell you anything, give you any hints or clues about where we are?”
“No.”
I waited for her to say more. She didn’t, and that worried me even more.
“So what did you do all night?” I asked slowly. Em ignored the question.
“I wonder if one of them will leave at some point,” she murmured. “If we wait until there’s just one in the house, I’ll bet the two of us could take him. Or even if we distracted him, at least one of us could get away. Go for help.”