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Something happened.
Something is wrong.
No!
I run to the door and to my surprise, the door opens. I assumed Enzo had locked it from the outside, but there is no need for him to lock it when he left a guard to watch over me—Zeke.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I hold my stomach, feeling something in the depths of my core. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like a stirring of danger.
I glance at Liesel, who is leaning against the door in the hallway behind Zeke. Everyone Enzo left must have been ordered into the cabins behind the safety of the security system. I was to stay behind one more level of security in my bedroom.
The feeling is what Liesel described earlier—knowing that danger is coming.
“Danger. Enzo is in danger,” I say feeling it so intensely that I can practically feel the pain myself.
Zeke looks into me trying to understand how I could be feeling this. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck!” he curses, letting me go, obviously torn between going to Enzo’s rescue and staying here and protecting me.
“We need to go,” I say.
“No, Enzo’s orders were clear. I keep you here where it’s safe.”
I smile softly, “Since when do we follow Enzo’s orders?”
Liesel frowns from behind Zeke. “You promised to protect Enzo. You swore to me.”
“This is me keeping that promise,” I say.
I look up at Zeke. “What do you say? Are we going to save the world or what? At least our little piece of it?”
“Not until you put something a little more protective on you,” he says.
I hide my smile as I run back into my room, throw on some jeans and a sweatshirt and return.
Zeke hands me a gun, which I take and tuck into my jeans like I’ve seen all the men do. My hair falls into my face as I do.
He pulls the scrunchie tying his own hair back and hands it to me. “Tie your hair back. I don’t want the reason you miss shooting Milo is because your hair was in your face.”
I raise an eyebrow as I smile and tie my hair back out of my face. “What about you?”
“I have perfect aim whether my hair is in my face or not. Let’s go,” he says.
Liesel stands in my way as we try to leave. “Don’t hurt him.”
“I won’t. I love him.”
“Then live long enough for him to learn to love you back,” Liesel says before walking away, letting Zeke and I go.
The pit in my stomach doesn’t leave; in fact, it intensifies as we get on the smaller boat and speed off into the night. I don’t know if I’m making the right move or just putting Enzo into greater danger. But I can’t just stay behind. I have to try, even if I die.
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ENZO
