But I didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah,” I said.“I am.”
“Good,” he replied.“Because you’re not just babysitting.You’re the wall between her and whatever the hell is stalking this island.”
“I know.”
“We don’t know why he wants her,” Anchor said.
“No,” I said.“But we know he does.”
“And that’s enough to keep her under our protection until we figure out the rest.”
“Anchor.”
He looked at me.
“You ever think maybe Bernice knew exactly what she was doing when she said ‘find her’?”I asked.“Maybe she knew something else was coming.”
Anchor’s gaze went flat.“I think Bernice knew a hell of a lot more than she ever told us.”
“Think she knew this psycho personally?”I asked.
He exhaled heavily.“If she did, she took his name with her.”
The hallway door clicked softly.
Both of us turned.
Shay stepped out.
She wasn’t dressed for being hunted by a madman, though what would that even be?
Just leggings, an oversized gray T-shirt, and tall white socks with tan slippers.Her bright red hair was pulled up in a messy knot that looked like she’d done it with her eyes half closed.
Her eyes alone told the story of the night.
Red-rimmed.
Shadowed.
Sharp anyway.
She spotted us instantly.
Her gaze darted from Anchor to me, lingered on my cut, my boots, and then my hands.
Then it flicked to the rest of the common room.
Empty.
Just us.
She wrapped her arms around herself.“You guys don’t sleep?”she asked, voice raw but steady.
Anchor shrugged.“Sometimes.”
She nodded and stepped fully into the room.“I understand that.”
