Page 156 of Catch Me
“What?”
“The wall.” He gestured to the framed pictures that were hung crookedly in the room.
“Gee, that sounds like a prize, but I’m good.”
“One picture,” Sen said, coming up beside me. “We have to make good memories everywhere we can.”
“Fine.”
I moved to the wall that was covered in a black tapestry. Sen stood beside me, and Travis was on the other side of Kai, which helped me breathe more easily.
“Who solved the final puzzle?” the employee asked.
Sen clapped me on the shoulder. “This one.”
“I almost did,” either Kai or Travis muttered.
A plastic gold crown was placed on my head before the camera flashed. “Congrats again, guys, and make sure you come visit us next time you feel trapped and need to escape.”
I snorted as I passed the crown back to him. “I’m gonna catch an Uber,” I told Sen. After I retrieved my phone, I went outside and ordered a ride. A couple blocks down, I leaned against a building and blew out a breath.
My phone dinged to let me know that the car was pulling up. When I pushed away from the wall, someone grabbed my bicep and pulled me off to the side, then around a corner. I whirled on him and met golden brown eyes that I couldn’t read.
“What the fuck?”
“Get in,” Travis said, nodding toward his Jeep that was idling beside the curb.
“No. My Uber is here.”
“And I’ll drive you for free.”
“I’ve had enough handouts from you, but thanks.”
“God damnit, Roman, get in the fucking car.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Why do you want me to?” I countered.
He just stared at me for a second before he looked away. “We’re going to see each other while you’re here, and if it’s like this every time, I’ll lose my mind. So, you wanted to talk. Let’s talk.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore. There’s no reason to.”
“Did I only deserve an explanation when you thought I’d take you back?”
I rolled my lips inward. After shaking my head, I turned and got into the passenger seat. He closed the door without a word and pulledonto the street. It was silent, and I didn’t know if either of us expected the other to say something.
He parked at my hotel and got out of the car. Apparently, I was supposed to follow him, so I did. Even if he was leading me straight to hell, I’d fucking follow him.
God damnit.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Your room.”
“Why?”
