"I just want to be left alone." I say loudly for anyone who may be listening. "If I let you do this, will you just leave?"
"It will only take a few minutes."He says.
"Fine. Get it over with." I shove my arm out of the window, trusting in a person I probably shouldn't. Him saying Stan is dead is too much of a coincidence. There is something else going on here, I decide to go with my instincts, and they tell me to give him a chance.
He pulls something out of a bag but leans in to whisper while he's doing whatever he's doing. It's hard to really see everything from my vantage point. Something touches my skin and I go to pull my arm back.
"Don't." He whispers. "There's nothing except saline in it. I have to keep up pretenses. We only have a few moments."
"What's going on?"
"I'm working with the Monroe brothers to get you out of here. Barrett told me to start by saying Kyler is alive."
He shoves the needle into my arm making me cry out. I hate needles. The pinch is brief, and I can feel the cool liquid that he pushed into my skin.
"Was that really necessary?"
"I waited two months to get a few minutes with you. Stop talking and let me explain. I made this for you. It's a hair clip with a tracker in it." He slides me something through the window and I bring my free hand up to casually grab it.
"I thought you said you weren't putting the tracker on me."
"They expect to be able to track you and this was the only workaround I could find. At least with this, it's removable. You won't have it stuck in your skin. I don't know if I'll have another chance to talk to you alone again. You need to be ready at all times forus to get you out. We are going to use the wedding as a distraction and hopefully get you out before the ceremony. I don't have all the specific details."
"I'll be ready."
"Good because they made it pretty clear that if anything goes wrong, my neck is on the line. You have all three of these guys wrapped around your finger."
Hearing the guys have been pushing so hard to get me out of here warms my heart. I can't believe I ever let myself doubt their love. He said all three of them, which means even Seb must be trying to get me back. It gives me the last little surge of hope I need to survive down here alone until this bullshit wedding.
"I have to go. I already stayed too long. Don't remove that hair clip until we get you out. I'm as good as dead if you do, and you'll have nobody on the inside to help you then."
"I can't marry him." I tell Soren before he goes.
"I’ll do my best to get you out before that happens but there is always a possibility I can't. Just trust we are doing everything we can. Be smart."
That's the last thing he says before I'm left alone in the darkness again. I slide the hair clip into my hair. I hate that I have to have it on at all but I’m thankful he didn’t insert something into my skin like my father wanted him to.
I flop down on the pathetic excuse of a bed to fantasize over how I'm going to destroy this place once I'm out of here. I won't let Rogue, my father, or Damien affect any morelives. I will decimate this place as though it never existed. My father's legacy will be nothing but ash.
Chapter 9
Kyler
The last few months have been a range of different emotions. My heart dropped when I woke up, and she wasn’t there at my side. This entire situation is complete bullshit. I'm so fucking angry. We were supposed to have her safely home with us by now, but it still hasn't happened. I keep hearing over and over that it's not safe to pull her out yet. Well, it's not safe for her to stay there longer, either. These dipshits just aren't getting it.
I can tell Barrett is just as frustrated as I am, but Seb keeps telling us to be smart. I don't want to be smart. I want my girl back in my arms, and I'm done waiting for their approval. Why am I the only one out of the three of us who thinks it’s insane to leave her there any longer than she needs to be?
I make my way to the security room to find the guys. Barrett has been spending most of his time here gathering as much information about the location as possible. It's his way of distracting himself. A pretty poor coping mechanism. He has had extra dark bags under his eyes lately and is stressed out. He wouldn't be so stressed if he would side with me about getting Callie back.
"What's going on?" I ask cautiously.
"We heardfrom Soren again," Barrett states flatly, and immediately, I know something isn't right.
"Care to elaborate?" I say as the two of them look at each other like they're trying to decide whether or not they want to tell me. "Spit it the fuck out, assholes."
Seb sighs, running a hand through his hair. With everything going on, he let it grow longer than usual. "They moved up the timeline. The wedding is in two days."
"What does this mean?" I narrow my gaze, struggling to keep my shit under control.