Page 29 of Martyr
Oh, jeez. “Did it involve his dick?”
He stiffens. “Excuse me?”
“I thought we met in good faith,” Kade seethes at Reese. “But you had an ulterior motive, huh? Bug my phone?—”
Reese laughs in his face. “You used to be more creative.Good faith? You’ve been around Gabriel too much.”
“Who’s Gabriel?” Saint asks me.
“Lyssa’s…” I shift. “Lyssa’s Nyx, I guess.”
His lips flatten. I imagine he might put together the pieces—Lyssa being unconscious, Gabriel out there in the universe. But then he might ask, where does Kade fit into the equation?
“Gabriel is also somewhat psychotic.” I elbow Saint. “Good thing you didn’t go that route.”
Saint snorts. “I still could.”
Yeah, you could.
Reese and Kade are still arguing.
“Does Kade know I’m here?”
Saint looks down at me and frowns. “How would he know?”
“Did you say anything?”
“I walked into Dr. Hawthorne’s office, this dude was there. He seemednotsurprised to see me, so I figure we had met. But I’m not about to show all my cards. And he asks if I want to get off the island. Obviously I said yes.”
He hasn’t referred to Kade by name.
I slowly shake my head. “His name is Kade Laurent. Lyssa’s brother. He was on the island to check on her, and I would bet twenty bucks he spotted you somewhere. But more importantly, you went with a stranger and you didn’task who he was?”
Saint’s cheeks get redder. “I didn’t think giving away my vulnerability was a good idea.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I smack his chest. He’s wearing Kade’s goddamn jacket.
“So, who set off the…” I gesture vaguely behind us. “And how did you guys find Reese?”
“Kade.” Saint pauses. “Kade saw Reese on the street after. It nearly blew us off our feet.”
“It felt big,” I admit.
“That’s what she said.” He smirks.
“Focus.” This is the first time that Saint has been both forthcomingandnot a sarcastic asshole to me. We need to keep the momentum rolling in the right direction.
“He thinks Reese set it off. I don’t know why he’d suspect that, but I just followed after him. Gotta admit, I was curious about the guy. Comes in all smooth-talking, offers to get me out of here, and now this?” He motions to them. “Do they always fight like this?”
“No. I don’t really know how they fight. I’ve only seen them bicker a few times.”
Their conversation—Reese and Kade’s, that is—has shifted away from the mess at hand to something in their past. Which seems a bit pointless, if you ask me. Off topic.
“Huh,” Saint says.
I eye him. “What?”
