Page 87 of Redd

“Then don't. Don't give up, Redd.”

I thought about what she said, trying to pick it apart.

There was no way I was willing to give up on any of this. Waiting wasn't working. I couldn't relax, I couldn't release the tension in my muscles or the constant state of anxiety that kept me on edge. I hadn't been able to sleep, and was barely able to function because I anticipated this battle with the devil.

“Let me talk to my father, Redd. I think he can give us the answers we need.”

“No, I can't do that.”

Reaching up, her slender fingers gripped my shoulders. “I need to talk to him, he knows why this all happened to begin with.” Her eyes played with mine, darting back and forth.

“What do you mean he knows?” Arching a brow, Bijou nibbled at her lip, dancing her eyes around my face warily. “What does he know, Bijou?”

“I think he knows everything.”

What the hell does she mean? I wish she would just spit it out.

“Why do you think that? How could he possibly know about you being there and do nothing about it?”

“If I could talk him then I'd be able to figure that out. I don't know what's true and what's a lie, but if I could ask—”

“I'll talk to him, I'll go find out what he knows. He doesn't know me, he doesn't know where we are. If Diablo is watching him, he won't be looking for me, Bijou. He's looking for you.”

Nodding, she didn't fight me on it. “Okay, what will you say?”

“I don't know, but you're right. I already started this war, now it's time to finish it.”

Just like I was done living in a world of abuse, I was done living in a world of fear.

I was afraid Bijou would be taken from me, and I wasn't going to live like that anymore.

It was time.

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