Page 8 of Resurrection

“Please.”

As she walks toward the bed, I lean forward, and she bunches the pillows, making them bigger. I just wanted to see if she’d do it. I’ve been coming up with shitty jobs for her since Carys left. No phone. No internet. No TV. No books. I’m not sure what Carys thought I would do with my time, but annoying the nurse seems to be it. And digging for whatever she doesn’t want me to find out.

“That ring.” I gesture to her left hand. “What’s your boyfriend’s name again?”

“Uhh.” She bunches her hands into the sides of the pillows with more determination. “Peter.”

I smirk. She said Paul earlier.

“It’s funny. Looks a lot like something Carys would wear.”

“Oh? You think she’d like this?” She eyes her handiwork and steps away from the bed.

Stifling a groan, I ease onto the pillow. There’s nothing about Carys I don’t notice. Nothing in this room is to her taste, which is surprising. The yellow and brown tones aren’t colors she’d choose.

“Peter-Paul live around here?”

“In Zur—” Her eyes grow wide, and she blinks.

Zur-Zur-Zurich? She smuggled me to fucking Switzerland. “Ah, the Alps.” I wink at her. “I won’t tell her you spilled the beans.”

Eve’s accent makes a lot more sense now.

“When do you have to return her ring?”

She stares at me, turns on her heel, and hauls ass out the door. Right now, I guess.

I sink further under the covers and wonder whether I can get the nurse into the room again. Perhaps I went a bit too far. Amuses the shit out of me that Carys gave her a fake engagement ring to wear but didn’t coach her on the backstory. After having my ass handed to me by Kimi, my very own undercover FBI agent, Eve’s ineptitude is laughable.

“I’m glad you find this whole thing funny.” In the doorway, Carys has her arms crossed.

Gone are the skirt and tight white shirt, and in its place are dark jeans and a flowing, girly shirt. The other outfit was better.

“You gotta admit,” I say, “giving her a ring and not helping her build a backstory is careless.”

She shrugs and then wanders into the room. “I wanted you deterred, not deceived.”

“We’re in Switzerland, huh? You woulda had to break a shit-ton of laws to get me here.”

“You won’t be able to go back.” She stops near my bed, out of reach.

She must be able to sense what will happen if she gets too close.

“What information do the feds have?” I say.

“You’re missing. That’s the news story.”

“Kimi will make sure they suspect you.”

She squares her shoulders and stands taller. “There’s nothing they can do if you’re here. I paid everyone involved very well. I had to string the extraction together last minute, so I didn’t use my best, most trusted people, but it’ll be fine.”

“Christ, Carys. I don’t want you going to prison trying to save my ass.”

“It’s done. You were unconscious, so you didn’t get a say.” Her lips rise at the corners, not quite a smile.

“How’d you find out? Lorcan?”

He didn’t kill me. Maybe he made sure I’d come out alive too.

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