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“If it wasn’t for me, you guys wouldn’t even know where to go right now. I found the hideout, and back in London, I was the one who figured out where to find the missing page. Not to mention me leading this crew while you were in jail, orchestrating an entire prison break to get you out.” Wyatt narrowed his lids, the pout growing in intensity. Where had this spice come from?
And why did Roman find it pretty hot?
Please, Salt, just back down on this one.
He looked like he was about to further his argument when his phone started to ring, the chime cutting through the hiss of wind and water. “This is my sister,” Wyatt said. “Think about it while I answer. She’s been worried about me.”
Before Roman could say anything further, Wyatt stood and answered the call, walking past Roman and toward the back of the boat, one hand on the railing. He gave Roman a glare that said “you better make the right decision,” but Roman wasn’t exactly sure what decision that was. Of course he wanted Wyatt by his side at all times, but this was dangerous, more so than anything they’d done in the past. They were infiltrating an underwater fortress for a group of people that had been ahead of them at nearly every step. He could be walking Wyatt straight onto the butcher’s block if he took him along, but if he left him, then he’d be butchering Wyatt just the same.
And Wyatt did have a point. He’d done more than prove himself. If it wasn’t for Wyatt, Roman could very well still be locked up behind bars. He had stepped up in ways Roman couldn’t have imagined or asked of him. It was a tough call and one Roman wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to make.
“What about me?” Doc asked. Her golden nose ring glittered with the sunlight, cast down from a cloudless blue sky. It matched the expanse of blue that stretched ahead of them.
“I need you to hang back and prepare for any emergencies. If we need medical attention, I need you to be ready.”
“Sounds good to me.” Doc leaned into Bang Bang, resting her head against his chest, a hand on his leg. They’d come a long way from the days of them sneaking kisses and lying about dates they had together, not wanting to damage the dynamics of the group by dating each other. Turned out that it didn’t matter—their group dynamic was dating each other.
“And me?” Tor asked.
“I want you monitoring any communications going in and out of there. I want to know if someone has been alerted or if they’re calling in for backup, and if you can, I want you to intercept those calls. Send them to the seventh circle of hell for all I care.”
“I can do that, no problem.” Tor smiled, clapping his hands together. Phantom gave him a sideways glance. Roman could see they weren’t as hostile to each other as they were in the beginning, which was good. He was worried they’d end up killing each other after spending a night together. Tor took his phone from the pocket of his khaki shorts and flicked through the screen.
“Actually, I’ve got a call to make. I’ll be right back.” Tor stood and stumbled as a large wave broke against the boat, falling directly onto Phantom’s lap.
“Oh shit, sorry, sorry.” Tor stood up, his tan skin growing slightly rosy as he looked down at an unbothered Phantom.
“Totally fine.”
Tor nodded and managed to keep his balance, walking past Roman and toward the back of the boat. Roman hadn’t been told there was better cell reception over there, but apparently, that seemed to be the case.
“It’s going to be risky,” Roman said, turning his focus back to the task at hand. “But we’ve got this. We’ve done some impossible shit before. And this is for Mimic. I don’t even care about the tome—all I want is to get Mimic back. The tome is only a bonus.”
“And so is Leonidas’ head on a plate,” Bang Bang quipped. “I can’t wait for him to get a taste of my lead.” His hand hovered over the golden glint from the pistol under his shirt.
“He will,” Roman assured him. “It’s time for him to pay up his debts.”
“Let me handle him,” Mustang said, the first words she’d spoken since she’d gotten on the captain’s chair. “I know I’m not going in, but bring him to me. Let me make him understand the kind of pain and heartache he’s put me through.”
She spoke with her attention directed at the horizon, but each word landed like a bullet falling from the sky. She meant it. She wanted to get even, and Roman didn’t blame her.
“We’ll try to make that work,” Roman assured her.
