Page 227 of Fangs
“He’s fine,” Sax replied, offering a waterskin. “You want some water?”
“Is it fuckin’ drugged again?” I snapped.
Some sort of emotion flashed across his face. “No.”
I hesitated, but the thirst was enough to force me to trust him. He stayed crouched on his heels as I drank.
“We’re stayin’ here today, campin’ overnight, and then moving on in the mornin’,” he informed me.
I drank my fill and then handed him back the skin. He took it, but didn't move, and unease slid through me as we stared at each other.
“Alright, itwasdrugged," he admitted gruffly.
Panic surged through me, and I lunged away intending to make myself vomit up the water. I couldn’t see everyone die again. I couldn't do it. But Sax caught my arm, and jerked me back.
“Bones!” he snapped holding me in place, “It’s not the same thing. This’ll just help you sleep.”
I stared at him in horror, and a little crease appeared between his eyes.
“The fuck?” I got out.
“Just sleep,” he commanded. “It’s alright.”
“Fuck you, you fuckin’… ” my voice was already slurring, my sight getting fuzzy around the edges.
“Just lay down, Bones.” Hands pressed me back down into the furs, and my eyes fluttered closed.
I woke to someone shaking me and sucked in a terrified gasp at the sight of Sax’s face illuminated by a lantern and hovering over mine. He quickly covered my mouth, muffling my shriek.
“Hush,” he growled at me, removing his hand. “I’m tryin’ to help you.”
The tent behind him was dark, but Roe was hovering at his side, eyes wide. My brain moved sluggishly, but the past events trickled in.
“Help me like how youdruggedme earlier?" I hissed.
“Bones, get up. We gotta hurry.” Sax held out my boots.
I sat up and snatched my boots from him with a glare, shoving my feet into my boots and struggling to lace them up with my shaky fingers.
“Why?” I managed to ask.
“We’re gettin’ outta here.”
I paused, staring at him. He met my suspicious gaze with his impassive one, but something like guilt flickered in his eyes.
“I didn’t sign up for this religious shit,” he finally said.
“So why don’t you justuse your headand leave?” I threw his words back at him, my voice flat. “Why bother with us?”
He shifted slightly on his feet. “I ain’t sayin’ I’m a good man?—”
My eyebrows raised, and a sarcastic laugh escaped my lips.
He shot me a glare. “Even I have my limits, alright? You really think Trey and Mac were able to sneak past me to come bring you food and water in solitary?”
I bit back the flood of furious words I longed to spit at him and continued lacing up my boot. A tiny flame of hope stirred, and I tried to squash it. I glanced at the door and was startled at the sight of two Voiceless lying motionless just inside the tent.
“The guards,” Sax explained, following my gaze.
