Page 16 of The Rebel King

“Shooting what? Geese? Shooting for sport on your daddy’s ranch? A human target is different. Shooting a person is…” He pauses, leveling a warning glance at me. “Killing a person is different.”

“I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him or anyone threatening her, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Taking the shot is not the same as living with the weight of that death on your conscience.”

“This motherfucker held a gun to Nix’s head and, by the looks of it, tried to choke her to death. If I get a shot, I’m taking it, and I’ll sleep like a baby.”

Our stares interlock, and he searches my eyes in that way Grim has that peels back your skin to see what you’re made of. He gives a terse nod.

“I’ll get things organized, but if you come, we can’t have a repeat of that phone call. No taking over. It’s my operation, and you followmyrules.”

I just stare at him because when was the last time I followed any rules except the ones I made up? I don’t challenge him now, but surely he knows I will if necessary. I nod to satisfy the demand on his face.

My cell rings, and I grimace when I check the screen. “O, what’s up?”

“What’sup?” Owen asks, irritation prickling his voice. “When were you going to tell me Lennix had been taken hostage?”

Shit.

“I’m sorry.” I blow out a weary breath.

“She’s my campaign manager, Maxim. She’s myfriend. Kimba told me what’s going on. I should have heard it from you as soon as you knew.”

“I’ve just been focused on finding her and figuring out how to get her back.”

“And did you find her?”

“Yes. Grim’s strategizing now.”

“How are you?” he asks, concern breaking past his initial irritation.

Something about my brother asking, about talking to Owen, batters the wall I’ve been building around my emotions to get through this crisis.

“Not good.” I pass a shaking hand over my mouth. “O, what if…?”

I can’t say it aloud.

“Max,” he says, his voice softening. “We’ll get through this. We’ll get her back.”

Even knowing he can’t guarantee it, can’t promise it any more than I can, hearing Owen say it, too, eases the band around my chest.

“Thanks, man,” I say.

“I called to see if there’s anything I can do. Of course, you know officially the American government does not negotiate with terrorists or involve itself in international kidnapping and ransom situations.”

I’m about to tell him I’ll rescue Lennix without help from anyone else when he surprises me.

“But unofficially,” he says, “what do you need?”

CHAPTER 6

LENNIX

“Rabbit ears, Britney Spears, iPhone,Home Alone.”

I’m not even aware I’m singing the words and familiar tune until Wallace nudges my foot with his shoe.

“What’re you singing?” he asks, leaning his shoulder into mine against the wall of the cave they brought us to this morning. At least it feels like morning from what I can see outside. It’s like that first gasp of dawn, with sunrays cutting through misty-breath clouds. I have no real sense of time after being drugged and waking up God knows how many hours later. But it feels like a new day.

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