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“What about Wren?” I ask.
“She’s safe,” Elliot replies. “I’m not sure how involved she is in the rest of this. She seems determined to help, though.”
“You’ve seen her?” Rhett’s tone carries a hint of relief—we’ve all been worried about her.
Elliot nods. “A couple days ago. She’s scared, but she’ll be all right. We’ll all be together soon.”
Nestled between Rhett and Elliot, I’m finally able to breathe easier. No one’s chasing after us because, quite simply, no one knows to—yet. Axel coming to our aid is the last thing I could’ve expected, but it’s perfect, because no one under his command should expect it, either.
I hope.
“How long?” I ask, not having to clarify what I mean.
“As long as everything goes according to plan?” Elliot smiles. “We should be with her in an hour.”
God.A few minutes ago, I was sitting alone in that room, waiting to die. Now, everything is happening at once.
We’ve escaped.
We’re turning the tables on Ludo.
We’ll get to see Wren again.
“And you’re sure we can trust him?” Rhett whispers, nodding toward the driver’s seat.
“He had the perfect opportunity to kidnap Wren, and he didn’t,” Elliot says quietly. “I say we watch our backs, but I think we’ll be okay.”
Rhett nods, brows furrowed.
“Benny,” Axel says, “did Ludo give you a phone?”
“He said I’m too young.” Benny rolls his eyes.
Not bothering to respond, Axel rolls down his window and tosses his and Andrew’s phones out the window.
“Hey!” Andrew shouts.
“We have to make sure Ludo has no way of tracking us,” Axel says, his voice flat and annoyed.
Andrew doesn’t have a response to that, so he just leans against the side of the van and crosses his arms.
“Rhett,” Elliot murmurs. He still has an arm around me, and he moves his free hand to brush his fingers across Rhett’s cheek.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” Rhett’s voice is thick with emotion as he leans over and kisses Elliot. It only lasts for a few seconds before he leans back and tips my chin up. “And you, O.”
When his lips brush against mine, I fist his shirt tightly. I need to feel them both against me. How else am I supposed to get my brain to register that this is real? That this is happening?
One hour.One hour until I can have Wren in my arms again. One hour and this is over. Ludo will be in our hands instead of the other way around.
It doesn’t feel real.
It . . . itcan’tbe real.
And just like that, my sense of calm shatters.
“Something’s wrong.” I’m barely able to force the words out. A chill sweeps over me. This feels too easy. It has to be a trap or . . . I don’t know,something.
“Ol,” Elliot says gently. He frames my face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”
