Page 277 of Shadowman
No one does. No one but me.
And maybe…
Glancing over Dash’s shoulder, I find Trevel, looking like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin. He starts his pacing thing again, rubbing his eyes and pulling his hair. His distress is clear, and I have to wonder if he’s really feeling all of this anguish on my behalf.
He can’t be that much of a sociopath, then… Right?? If he’s so distraught for me…?
“Look, I know this is a rough time. For all of us,” Hancock rumbles, finally standing up again, though he’s swaying and sluggish, like he might be coming down from some strong shit. “But we really can’t just stand around here like this. If he comes back, we’re all fucked. We need a plan.”
Dash and I detach from one another, composing ourselves while looking him up and down.
“I can’t take you seriously while you’re wearing that,” I mutter, referring to his lack of clothes.
The dude’s just standing around in nothing but a jockstrap. And rather brazenly, I might add.
I never knew he had such a… great body.
I clear my throat and shift my gaze.
Oh, right… I’m bisexual.
My eyes slink timidly back to his abs. And his butt.
“Then go grab me some pants, bitch.” Hancock lifts a brow at me.
I narrow my gaze. “You know I can’t do that.”
He simply shrugs, and I have to commend him for his apparent shamelessness.
“Guys, focus,” Dash snaps quietly.The level-headed one…
Never thought I’d see the day.
Dash jaunts over to the veranda, peering inside the mansion—I’m guessing to check for the Warden or any of his men. “We need to do something. We have to get to Velle.”
“The Ivory’s expecting you both to still be chained up in here when he returns,” Trevel says, radiating tension. “I hate to say it, but you may need to—”
“I’m not putting that fucking plug back in,” Hancock bites.
“Yea, same.” Dash purses his lips. “Think again, man. There’s absolutely no way I’m chaining myself back up.”
“Okay, I get that,” I chime in. “But he has a point… Governor Russo is on his way here, and he’s going to want to see you locked up.”
Same goes for me…
“When is he supposed to be arriving?” Trevel asks. Our eyes connect, and my breathing hitches.
It feels like we haven’t spoken in days. Things are still strained between us, and it’s adding to my current state of trepidation. Trevel has become my constant. He’s the only one who’s been onmyside all along.
Velle doesn’t want me back…
Dash is only worried about Kemper, I’m sure.
If I were to leave Trevel for them, I’d be alone again.
I don’t want to go back to being invisible.
“Um… not sure,” I mumble, then clear my throat. “But The Ivory said he was coming in by helicopter. I guess he’s on his way…”
