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Ice drew Echo tighter into his arms. Dipping his head down, he brushed his lips against the man’s ear.
“We need to split up,” Echo said on a rushed breath, wrapping his free arm around his waist, but the knife held steady.
“Why?”
“It’s not safe.”
“I disagree. I think we are safer together.”
Ice waited for the bite to puncture his side… but it didn’t come and after another moment, whatever the sharp object had been disappeared.
The turnstile started up, and Ice rubbed his hand up and down Echo’s back.
“I’ll get the bag, wait here.”
“I will.”
“Promise,” Ice said.
“I promise.”
When Echo nodded, Ice strode to the metal belt and waited for their one bag to come around again. He glanced over his shoulder and found Echo watching him.
Ice smiled and Echo smiled back.
It wasn’t a big smile, but those would come once they got rid of whomever had set them up. More would come the longer they were together. And hopefully, Echo could be happy once they lived together because that was Ice’s ultimate goal.
He snagged the large gray suitcase with its out of the country stickers and turned back to Echo.
Echo had lied.
He should have known Echo would be gone.
But it still hurt like fucking hell.
It was easy to melt into the crowd.
Every step he took away from Ice was like a knife in the gut. He’d thought of stabbing Ice so he couldn’t follow him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He walked along the crowded area where other flights had landed and their luggage was now spinning around the belts. Someone closed a hand around his wrist and Echo didn’t tug away until he was pulled around a corner, hidden from view.
“What the fuck, Rogue?” Echo yanked his wrist free.
“You need to come with me.”
“Why?”
“It’s not safe for you to be with Ice right now,” Rogue said, searching his eyes and then glancing away.
“What the fuck’s going on?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Then I’m not leaving him.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Rogue said flatly, gesturing to the hand he had tucked into his pocket.
That Rogue had a gun inside of LAX didn’t surprise Echo. He had a knife of his own. Getting weapons into impossible places was one of their areas of expertise. At times like this, Echo wished he had paid attention when Rogue and Fisher had tried to teach him hand to hand combat.
