Page 111 of War and his Queen

The tears that roll down my cheeks shouldn’t be there. They should be dried up by now. “We’re driving to the helipad. Someone needs to meet me there.” The groans from the back seat become louder, but I ignore them.

“They tried to take Perdita!” My mouth slams closed before I allow my emotions to control me. “It doesn’t matter. I have this idiot in the back.”

Silence. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. What do you mean they tried to take it?”

I drop it down into second. “You think? And I mean as in they shot up the entire fucking place. Of course, we came out on top, but theytried to take it down.” The leather of the steering wheel complains when my grip tightens.

“The chopper will be there in a few minutes.” I hang up the call and direct the car down the first right turn that leads up Mount Esther, the highest point on Perdita.

“Should I thank you for saving me?” How Deacon can ask anything through his panting is beyond me. He coughs loudly, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Trees zip past as the road swirls up higher in elevation. When the wired gate appears, I press on the accelerator to crash through it, skidding to a stop outside the helipad.

The driver's door swings open, and I reach inside the clove for my Glock, checking the chamber. Helicopter blades cut through the air above, and I slam the door closed before moving to the back.

He blinks between me and the gun in my hand, while clutching his stomach. “Do it. I know you’ve wanted to for a long time, Halen. It’ll fix everything, wouldn’t it?”

I grind my teeth. “Everything butthat.And if I kill you now and leave you here, they’ll examine you and realize who you are. If I kill you and put you on the chopper, I’ll have too much explaining to do.”

His chuckle turns into a fit of coughs as blood spills down his chest. “I guess that could be a problem. For you.”

I take his hand with mine, shoving my gun into the back of my jeans. “Get up.”

“Aw. Come on. You gotta love me just a little.”

Hitching his arm over my shoulders, I kick the door closed and ignore him. The loud rotors of the chopper paddles through the air as the wind knocks us both around. The helicopter hadn’t quite landed when a voice calls out from behind me.

“I’ll cover you. Make something up so they don’t panic,” Katsia calls and the hatred I have for her wavers. I haven’t always hated her.

No. Just since I found out that she became important to War and vice versa.

I keep my back to her, dragging Deacon up the ramp as someone on the other side catches him. Headlights bounce off the trees below and anxiety prickles around my heart.

I quickly slide inside the lavish leather, with one last glance at Katsia before the door slams closed behind me. We lift off the ground with a sideways sweep, and I move Deacon over a smidge to sit beside him, peeking out the side window at Perdita down below. My throat swells when I swallow. All the emotions I had prepared myself to feel for years suddenly overwhelm me. It doesn’t matter how much I try to fight it.

Darkness fills the space around a flashing blue light in the middle of the cockpit.

The girl moves forward, tapping the light between us. When it clears, I come face-to-face with teal hair. “Are you new?”

I rest my head against the window, ignoring her.

The heavy breathing.

His hot body.

The sweat.

Pain.

My eyes close as white noise buzzes behind my ears. I refuse to allow any weakness to leak down my cheek, but then I feel the familiar images scratch from inside my brain.

“Do you know who I am?” the girl asks, but I turn to the bleeding idiot beside me.

Shuffling out of my coat, I rest it to the side of his chin where a droplet of blood has dried. “I don’t care who you are. I know why we’re here and there’s no point with small talk.”

She snorts. “She’s funny…”

I ignore her. She’s not very anything. But it’s not her fault.

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