Page 272 of Vile Boys

I have to save him.

I push Caleb aside and steal more knives from his box, as well as agun, loading it up. He looks at me like he can’t believe his eyes.

“What?”

“You’re serious?” he asks.

“Dead serious. He’s in there suffering because of me, so I’m gonna be the one to pull him out, and if I have to kill a bunch of people to do it, then so be it.”

A grin slowly spreads on his cheeks. “Now you’re talking my love-language.”

“I’m already in love!” Blaine professes, running up to me to hug me so tightly I can barely breathe. “Oh, I trained you so well, darling. I’m proud.”

I physically have to pry my own body out of his hands, and I pull out my phone. “I’m not done yet.” I dial the number of one of my best friends. “Penelope, I need your help.”

“What’s up?”

“Ares got taken by his father who's probably going to kill him.”

“What?” She sounds shocked. “Wait, but you and Ares—”

“Exactly. I don’t want to ask too much, but since you helped free Lana … please.”

“Don’t. I don’t need a please. You don’t even need to ask. I’m coming. Give me five.”

She hangs up before I can even reply. Well, guess that’s settled.

“Hey.”

I turn around to see Kai Torres from the Phantom Society standing behind us, peering into the car.

What is he doing here?

“Well, hello there,” Blaine muses, winking at Kai, who is unimpressed. “What brings you to the Tartarus House?”

“Where’s Ares? He’s not picking up his phone. I’m worried.”

“Ask your goddamn father,” Caleb growls back.

“Father?” Kai frowns. “What does he have to do with this?”

“We killed a bunch of those Bonesmen fuckers to free Crystal.”

“So what? So have I,” Kai responds, shrugging.

“Yeah, well you’re not the one getting punished now, are you?” Caleb retorts, grinding his teeth. “Since your father has a favorite son and one he wants to murder.”

Kai’s eyes widen. “What?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Caleb growls, clutching a knife, ready to fight.

“Wait,” I say, stepping between them. “Maybe he doesn’t.”

“Bullshit,” Caleb quips.

“Calm down, Caleb, we might need him,” Blaine says.

“Caleb, please,” I say.

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