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I can’t help but laugh, and it isn’t long before he joins in.
Fucking hell, if we are supposed to stop and save the world, then we are all fucked.
THIRTY-SEVEN
The screaming finally stops, and with a forkful of fruit held midair, I trade a smirking, knowing glance with Isaac. Bert is blushing hard, and the radio is cranked up to drown it out as he moves around the kitchen.
Poor man.
But I’m glad to know she’s a screamer.
Finishing my meal, I sit back and look at Isaac, who ducks his head slightly. “Got to be honest, doc, I didn’t think you’d be the first to crack.”
He rolls his eyes, delicately eating his fruit just like he ate her cunt in the woods while I watched. “I couldn’t help myself,” he finally admits.
“Yeah, I think we are all feeling that way when it comes to her,” I respond as my gaze goes to the ceiling again, wondering if we will survive her.
“We have something. Grab the others,” Louis calls to us before hurrying back to the lab.
I share another look with Isaac. “Rock paper scissors for who goes and gets them?”
“Fuck no, he will murder me. You go,” he replies instantly.
Rolling my eyes, I get to my feet. “Pussy.”
“Nah, that’s what I got earlier.” He toasts me with his bowl as he stands, and I can’t help but laugh.
Shaking my head, I thunder upstairs, letting my footsteps be heard to give them warning. I see Ana peek out of her room, but when she sees me, she ducks back inside quickly with a pale face and fear in her eyes. I almost snort. Smart girl, that one.
Rapping my knuckles on the bathroom door, I swing it open, ducking the knife I know will be coming as I do. It sails over my head as I grin at them, noticing Nova’s flushed cheeks and half-dressed state. Jonas is naked and proud, but I blink.
“Where did you pull the knife from? Wait, I don’t want to know.” I groan, rubbing my head. “Louis needs us in the lab. He found something.” That sobers them, and Nova gulps, but her back straightens.
That’s my girl.
Turning, I pluck the knife from the wall and toss it to Jonas without looking as I head back downstairs, giving them time to get dressed. At the lab, Louis is pacing, Dimitri is rubbing his head, and Isaac is leaning back against the wall, his face closed down. I arch a brow but lean behind the computer and wait.
A moment later, Jonas saunters in naked with a pancake in his hand. When he sees us all watching, he grins. “What? I worked up an appetite.”
Nova comes in then and smacks him as she goes past. “Idiot,” she mutters, but she’s nervous as she moves around to stand near me. “What did you find?”
Louis looks at me, and I lean back, wrapping my arms around Nova and bringing her into the shelter of my chest. She’s stiff for a moment before she melts, propping her chin on my arms as she looks between them.
“Just tell me,” she finally snaps, and a grin flits across Louis’s face before it locks down.
“We don’t know. It’s a video file addressed to you. We haven’t watched it yet,” he answers.
She becomes rigid against me, and she’s barely breathing, so I lean down and kiss her ear, unable to help myself. I hate the anxiety spiralling through her. “Breathe, baby,” I remind her.
She lets out a low breath and sucks in another, shivering against me before straightening. She’s strong and brave, such a fucking fighter. “Then play it.”
I hold her up as much as she holds me up, especially when the bastard’s face comes into view on the screen. The room is silent, memories no doubt crowding all our minds of when we last saw him. She pats my hand, comforting me, even as she fights her own demons.
He’s older than the last time I saw him, wrinkled, and appears weak, but he still has those sharp, cold, evil eyes. As I see him now as an adult, and not from a child’s body and mind, I can’t believe I was ever scared of him. He’s just a man.
That’s all.
He’s just a man, despite how we built him up in our minds. His brain made him seem immortal and invincible, but he’s not. He’s just a man, well, now a dead man, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t fucking with us from beyond the grave, and I hate that she has to face him again.
