Page 57 of Martyr
Kade frowns.
It doesn’t sound nice…
“And Lyssa’s files?”
“Will say she was discharged into your care,” Dr. Hawthorne confirms. She pauses. “I assume I can do the same for Saint Hart?”
I nod.
“Just know that you can come back at any time.” She touches my shoulder. “Or call. If you need it.”
Kade clears his throat. “We’re on a time crunch here, Doc.”
She dips her chin and continues down the hall and stops outside a closed door. She uses her ID to unlock it and waves us ahead.
I stay in the hall—call me paranoid—while Kade goes in. His voice mingles with Lyssa’s confused, sleepy one. He explains about moving her for her safety, for the name change… He apologizes, then leaves.
Dr. Hawthorne closes the door firmly behind him and folds her arms over her chest. “This is it, then? Getting off the island no matter what?”
Kade shifts. “Next time we can dive into my claustrophobia, Doc. Next time.”
She chuckles.
We leave her behind and meet Reese and Saint in the woods. It’s relatively easy to find them, since they’re right off the path. We would’ve tripped over them if they were any less obvious.
“Two guards,” Reese reports. “No perimeter as far as I can tell. Just the Coast Guard dingy docked there.”
“Easy enough to sabotage,” Saint murmurs. “Slice it and sink it.”
Kade nods his approval. “And the guards?”
“Sneak attack. Incapacitate long enough to get away,” Reese advises.
“Good.” Kade points at me and Saint. “Stay.”
I frown.
Saint seems just as annoyed.
But, since neither of us have weapons, we do as we’re told and watch them silently disappear into the shadows.
“This is fun,” Saint gripes. “I don’t understand half of what’s happening anymore.”
“You killed someone’s brother. That someone is now invading Sterling Falls and calling all the shots.” I eye him. “The brother was Kronos, for the record. He’s the one who slit Nyx’s throat.”
Saint’s expression blanks. It does that sometimes, although I can’t tell if he does it to suppress emotion or memory.
Maybe both.
I ignore it until Reese shines a light in our direction, flashing it twice.
We hurry down to the dock, and the familiar sound of water lapping against the shore gives me a modicum of peace.
Then again, thisiswhere Saint pushed me into the frigid water and nearly let me die of hypothermia…
Maybe he didn’t mean it.
Maybe he did.
