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I guess everyonedoesknow everyone if he knows about the panic rooms.
"Yes. On the bottom floor."
"Good. I want you to stay there until the fire department gets there. The panic room is fireproof. You'll be safe in there. Don't come out until I tell you that you can."
"I have to call Cormac."
"I need you to stay on the phone with me, Bella."
"I'm sorry," I whisper and then disconnect. It's the last thing I should do, I know that, but if I die, I don't want the last words between me and Cormac to be the ones we spoke this morning. I want him to know that I love him and that I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry.
Chapter Eleven
Cormac
"Arewegettingthisfucking plane in the air today or not?" I demand, scowling at Andreas as soon as he emerges from the cockpit.
"Jesus," Hacker mutters beneath his breath, leaning his head back against his seat. "Wake me up when he's done bitching."
I flip him off even though he can't see it. It doesn't make me feel any better. My mood is pitch fucking black. As soon as I left the house, I regretted threatening to tie Bella to the bed. She's independent and strong-willed, and fearless. And she loves her twin fiercely.
Of course she wants to help look for her. Of course she's worried about her. I owed her understanding and patience. That's what she needed from me. Instead, I barked orders and told her what to do.
Like an asshole, I put my needs above hers. She needed me to talk to her. She needed me to give her a voice. Instead, I decided for her. Just like Mac did when he sent her here.
That worked out real well for him, now didn't it?
"The wind had us grounded," Andreas says calmly. "But it's died down now. It shouldn't be much longer before we get clearance to fly."
"About fucking time," I mutter.
Andreas purses his lips, staring at me.
"What?"
"You still have time to call her and apologize for whatever you did," he says, sliding into the seat across from mine.
"What makes you think I did anything?"
Hacker snorts.
Andreas gives me a look that screams cut the bullshit. "I know you," he says. "You're only this goddamn grouchy because you're mad at yourself. So stop being a fucking idiot and fix it already."
I huff a curse, turning to glance out at the tarmac. The Silver Spoon Falls airport is minuscule, but it's a helluva lot closer than any airport in Houston. "What if I can't fix it?"
What if I fucked everything up?
Jesus. I can't even think about it. I told her I could live with her hating me, but that was a fucking lie. It's been an hour, and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I won’t survive a week without her, let alone a lifetime. She's in my blood now, pumping through my veins with every beat of my heart.
I need her like air, like water. Like laughter. She's my goddamn soul.
"When the fuck has that ever stopped you?" Andreas asks.
I look back at him.
"You fuck shit up beyond repair at least once a week."
"Twice," Hacker says, eyes still closed.
