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“Figure what out?” Honey asks.
“What happened, and what we do next.”
“I still say the next steps should be to fucking run,” I insist. Maybe we could get to a surgeon before they realise we’re gone?
“You think Snow’s pansy ass will survive being French fried after taking three bullets for you, Sugar?” Honey asks with a smile to soothe the blow of his words.
Shit. Guilt wracks me for the tiniest split second before I shake it off.
Too fucking right Snow should take bullets – plural – for me. It’s the least her can do after—
“Why did he do that anyway?” Honey asks, stepping closer to me, his warm brown eyes scanning mine for answers. Even though it’s darker than Satan’s butt crack out here, his eyes shine with a welcoming warmth that invites confidence.
I roll my lip between my teeth not wanting to tell them.
“Maybe he likes me?” I offer with false naivety.
“Snow doesn’t like anyone,” Bones snaps. Jeez what is his deal? He’s strung so tight. Anyone would think he needs to get laid. “He’s a selfish cunt at best and a dangerous fucking snake. There’s no way he’d take a bullet for anyone without an ulterior motive.”
“Well you’ll just have to ask him about that when he wakes up, won’t you?” I reply cheerily.
“Huh? Wakes up? He’s not as—” His words die off when he turns around and learns that Snow has in fact fallen asleep. Or passed out from the pain. Whatever. I guess our secret is safe for now. Though I can’t fathom why I’m protecting him.
“So what the fuck was that?” I ask, changing the subject.
“A trap,” Nightshade replies at the same time as Bones says, “an ambush.”
“So the girl…?” I ask.
“Was it a ruse to get us out here? Yes.”
Relief floods me when anxiety should probably be taking centre stage. I didn’t have to kill that girl.
“Was there even a girl target?” I ask, hopefully. I vaguely remember one of them hinting that there might not have been back when we were in the midst of all the chaos. I hope they’re right. I’d rather be set up and shot at than have the life of an innocent on my hands.
“There was no girl. Well, not that we could see anyway.”
“But we all heard her, didn’t we?”
“It could have been anyone. Even a recording, Sugar Puff,” Honey tells me gently. I hope he’s right, I know that logically he probably is, but I’m still…unsettled.
“Should we go back and check?” I ask, rolling my lip between my teeth.
“I think it would be suicide,” Night says with a shake of his head.
“But…she was the mission, right? The target?” I ask. Reluctantly they nod. “So if she wasn’t there, we failed the mission, so why haven’t our shock chips gone off? Or mine at the very least.”
“We don’t know.”
“Will I get punished again?” I ask, torn between apprehension and hope.
Bones chuckles. “Not the same way as last time. Even Seytan knows you enjoyed it too much.”
“It’s not my fault that your idea of torture is like a bit of slap and tickle for me. Level up your game next time,” I snap back, even though there’s a smile tugging at my lips.
“Challenge accepted, newbie.”
“You ever run point on a mission?” I challenge him, eyes now flashing with anger.
