Page 241 of Fragments
“I’d love to see your bedroom,” I croon.
He chuckles. “It’d be great for one of our dry-hump sleepovers.”
I laugh. And as it fades, I kiss his forehead. “Then let’s go.”
He peeks up at me. “Really?”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, while we still can. Because if they realize you’re gone… Baby, if something happens to you, I’ll completely fucking lose my shit.”
“I can sneak back before morning…” he mumbles.
“I know, but that’s not the point. Lexington. You don’t deserve to be here. You never have. This is a place for heinous killers, for psychopaths and deranged fucking animals. People likeme, not like you. Baby, you’re sogood. The idea of you rotting in here for one more second makes me sick to my stomach.”
The seas of green in his eyes shimmer with emotion.
“You’re too smart, Lex. You’re a goddamngenius. You actually made that device, and it got you out… Don’t stay. Keep going and never look back.”
His brow furrows. “I don’t like how you’re saying this…” I simply shake my head. “Ren, I won’t go… without you. I won’t ever leave you here.”
“But you don’tdeserve—”
“And neither do you,” he cuts me off. “Nobody deserves a place like this. Well, maybe some people… I don’t know, butnotyou. You might be fucked up, but you’re also amazing, Warren Xavier. All the best things are a little of both.” I run my thumb along his lower lip while he breathes, “If I couldn’t leave you when Dash asked me to go, then I sure as shit can’t leave you now.”
My lashes flutter. “You could’ve gone with Dash…?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he says firmly, placing my hand over his heart. “This belongs to you. Yours belongs to me… We fucking belongtogether, Warren.”
We both go silent for a moment, just staring at one another, eyes locked.
I’m always going to be more concerned with him getting out of here than me. But just because we’ve made it here in our relationship, doesn’t negate all my issues. I’m still infinitely selfish, and the idea of living the rest of my life without him is like a jagged knife carving out my heart.
So I whisper, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He chews on his bottom lip. “Could we make it off the island?”
“I have no idea,” I mutter, mind sifting through all the possibilities. All the things I know, and all the bullshit that’s come up recently to throw a wrench in it. “The weather is terrible out there. I’ve been listening to the wind pick up for days. There’s no more boat…”
“What about the ferries?” he hums. “The ones that bring stuff, like deliveries.”
I nod slowly. “We could stow away on one. But if they realize we’re gone, they’ll stop them from leaving the dock.”
“You think we could get a weapon?” My eyebrow cocks at him, and he chuckles. “We would need something, right? A gun or whatever, just in case…”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I tell him. “If anything were to happen to you…”
I’m trembling just thinking about it, and he kisses my neck. “I know.”
We both go silent again, brains running a mile a minute through all this internal noise.
“I should just go back for now,” he whispers. “Regroup. Try to come up with a plan. We have an advantage, because they don’t know about the device. It could give us some time to come up with something—”
“That’s a great plan,” a deep voice croons, and we both jump, scrambling up. “Never underestimate the element of surprise.”
Manuel Blanco smirks at us from the doorway, arms folded over his chest.
Oh, fuck… Fuck fuck fuck.
Heart slamming up into my throat, I gape up at The Ivory, impending doom washing through me like a sickening wave of nausea. He’s surrounded by two of his guards.
