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I’m too busy smiling and watching the earth turn into sky for his words to sink in.
“Did you hear me, Blue? Brinley isn’t safe. Her father is working with the governor.”
Dread falls into my stomach like a boulder when his words finally sink in.
Spinning back to face him, my voice shakes from the adrenaline trickling into my veins.
“But her father wouldn’t hurt her.”
Damon scoffs. “Then explain to me why he allowed some bulldog psychopath to walk her out of a hotel with a gun to her head?”
A gun?
To Brinley’s head?
How can a man who loves his daughter ever take a chance like that?
My thoughts go back to everything Damon told me the night we sat in the parking lot of my apartment.
The issue with their fathers.
The servers they can’t find.
The flash drive I still haven’t asked Kane about because I haven’t had time.
Oh my god.
More memories rush back to me. Mostly of Brinley, of the comments she would make nonchalantly with her nose buried in her books.
She hasn’t heard from her father much in the past year. Their relationship, which had been close at one time, has become almost non-existent.
Panic rushes inside me, and I find it hard to breathe.
My heart is doing funny things, the thumping too hard, worse than the days Kane and I were woken up to start running, worse than all the hours I’ve spent worrying about my life crumbling around me.
This is worse than the hatred I felt for Damon the night he demanded I betray a friend.
The beat of it is in my stomach, my feet, and my throat. The sound of rushing blood a white static that drowns out the sound of the plane’s engine.
I unclip my seatbelt then push to my feet, not giving a damn that the plane hasn’t leveled off yet, not giving a flying fuck that it feels like at any moment, I’ll lose my balance.
This feeling isn’t right, the questions and thoughts and worries colliding and bouncing like they never have before until all I want to do is tear at my hair to feel something besides my fear … I want this plane back on the ground so I can open the fucking door andrun.
For the first time, I sympathize with my mother, with what she must have felt every time she got that funny look in her eyes and wouldn’t listen to reason.
I called her crazy.
I swore she needed therapy.
Was I wrong?
The monsters are out to get you…
All the horrors of the world…
They can’t find us here, baby. We’re safe for now.
Damon stares at me, a mumbled curse falling over his lips when he unclips his seatbelt and walks across the plane to me.
