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THE NEXT MORNING MY DOOR IS LOCKED from the outside. I try the windows, but none of them open. I can’t even exit to the adjacent sitting room. When my breakfast arrives under heavy guard, I know that I’m Kincaid’s prisoner.
“When will we be allowed out?” I ask the guard, who has brought me a plate of cold boiled eggs and dry toast.
“They’re sweeping the area. There’s been a breach of our perimeter,” he says, already moving to leave.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I mutter.
The man’s eyebrow cocks, but he doesn’t say anything else. I manage to stomach the cold egg and toast, if only because I’ve had little to no food for the past two days. It’s definitely not up to Kincaid’s standard cuisine, but then again, there’s probably no one to cook after the attack.
I try my door after he’s left, but it’s still locked. I could attempt to alter it, but without having any clue what is waiting on the other side, I decide against it. My alteration skills are dicey at best, and I’m as likely to destroy half of the wall as I am to get the door to open. I’ll give it a day before I start to rip the place apart.
Jax arrives with my afternoon meal, and I sigh with relief when I see his friendly face. He brings my plate into the room, closing the door until only a sliver of light is left, so it doesn’t lock behind him.
“Jax, thank Arras,” I say. “What’s going on?”
“Kincaid is furious. He thinks the breach came from the inside,” Jax tells me, setting my plate down on my vanity.
“And he’s keeping us in lockdown until he figures out who it was,” I guess.
“No,” Jax says, his face sagging. “He’s already decided who it was.”
I bite my hand so I won’t scream. If Jax is walking around with the other Sunrunners, and I’m locked in my room, that must mean I’m the prime suspect. Or Jost and Erik are.
“Dante’s gone,” Jax continues. “And so is your mother.”
“I know,” I murmur.
“Kincaid thinks you had something to do with it.”
“I didn’t.” I tried to stop him, but I don’t tell Jax this. The less he knows, the less likely he is to get in trouble himself.
“I can’t stick around,” Jax tells me, “but I’m working on something.”
“And I’m supposed to wait?” I demand, balling my fingers up so tightly that my fingernails pinch into the soft skin of my palms.
“You don’t have a choice. I’ll get you out of this, but I need you to listen to me. Don’t eat your dinner.”
“I couldn’t eat if I wanted—”
“Don’t even touch it.” Jax stops me. “Throw it out. Hide it. When we come for you, pretend you are asleep.”
&nbs
p; They’re coming for me. I can’t quell the rising panic at this thought. Tonight they’re coming for me. “Who is coming? Why?”
“I can’t stay, but you can trust me,” Jax says, pulling open the cracked door and disappearing. It clicks behind him.
I don’t have any other choice.
* * *
I stay in bed, the contents of my dinner stashed in a drawer in the vanity. I’m too afraid to move for fear that they’ll come without warning and catch me awake, ruining Jax’s plan. When the lock to my door finally clicks open and feet shuffle across my floor, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to stay still.
“She’s out.” I hear Jax’s voice, which puts me at ease.
“Be sure, I hear she’s dangerous,” another man says.
“I said she’s out. Don’t worry, I’ve got her.” Hands slide under me and lift me up. I’m cradled against Jax’s chest.
