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“I guess Archie is the closest thing I have to a family now.”
“Are you worried Smith will hurt him?”
Logan goes a little rigid behind me. “I don’t know… Crazy as Smith is, he didn’t seem to want to add a murder charge to his crimes.”
“You mean besides our murders?”
“We’re not going to die,” Logan whispers in my ear. His warm breath brushes down my neck, making me feel the most alive I’ve ever been. Funny, since I’m basically lying in a glorified grave.
“You really think a rescue team will get to us in time?”
“Yes,” he says.
I choose to believe his lie, and my body lets go of its tension. I shift positions, resting my head back on Logan’s shoulder and letting myself go limp in his arms.
I’m already starting to doze off when Logan’s hand pats my chest.
What is he doing?
And what gave him the impression he could grope me like that? This might be my last night on Earth, but I sure hope he doesn’t expect me to put out just because of that.
Oh crap, why did I ask him to hug me? Did I give him the wrong idea? Now what do I do?
My first reaction is to swat his hand away and go back to sitting in my corner, but my body refuses to do my brain’s bidding. And what if this really turns out to be my last night in this world? Would spending it having sex with a gorgeous man really be the worst way to go? It’s certainly better than sitting alone in the cold.
And since when do we think Logan is gorgeous? a little voice asks in my head.
Oh, please, we’ve always thought that. Only he made it an easy trait to ignore by behaving like Satan. But since he’s started to act kind of nice, it’s become harder to overlook.
He pats me again, missing my breasts by a mile. Should I give him pointers? Is this his idea of foreplay? Should I—
“Is this your camera?” Logan interrupts my train of thought.
Gosh, he’s bad at foreplay. “Mm-hmm?”
“Does it have any battery left?”
“Yeah, almost full, why?”
“I’ve been thinking about something Smith said before locking us in here.”
Smith?!
I guess hot, last-night-on-Earth sex wasn’t on his mind after all.
“What?” I ask.
“He said we’d be rescued sooner or later, unless we ran out of oxygen first. That’s got me thinking… We’ve been stuck for hours, but the air hasn’t grown hot or stale.”
I take a deep breath. “No, it hasn’t,” I agree. “This room isn’t that big—we would have noticed the lack of oxygen by now.”
“Exactly. Which means fresh air has to come in from somewhere. It makes sense, otherwise, we should’ve been stifled or poisoned when we first came in. But the air felt totally normal—no toxins or anything from sitting still and stale over centuries. That big stone door looked air-tight, so the inlet must be somewhere else.” He squeezes my wrist in excitement. “And if the air can come in, maybe we can squeeze out from the same place. We only need to find the spot.”
“We’ve searched everywhere already.”
“So? Maybe we missed something. It’s worth giving it another go. Can we use the flash of your camera to light the way?”
“Mmm, the flash is really battery-consuming… Maybe the screen backlight is enough?” I fumble with the camera’s buttons to switch it on.
