Page 57 of Marks of Rebellion
We still don't know who he is.
We get to the kitchen, and he puts his arm around Julieta and calls her Liliana again. Their backs are to us. Ryker's jaw clenches, and he crosses his arms.
I murmur in Vanessa's ear, "Who is he?"
She shrugs.
"Why is he calling her Liliana?"
"Not sure."
"What are they saying?"
"He asked her if we've eaten."
He releases her, opens the fridge, and starts pulling food out. Julieta pulls pans out of the cabinet then points to the island bar stools. "Take a seat. We will make you dinner."
Vanessa sits with no hesitation, so I follow.
Ryker doesn't move.
Julieta walks over to him. "Come sit. I'll make you dinner."
"Are you going to fill us in on where we are, and..." He peers over at Miguel, who's chopping up some sort of vegetable with a large, sharp knife.
I rise. "I'm going to grab our bags from the Jeep. We shouldn't leave them outside."
"No one is around for miles. Your stuff is safe outside," Julieta informs me.
Another reason to get the guns, in case this beast wants to kill us in our sleep.
"I'll feel better with it inside with us. Flower, you coming?"
"Nope. I'm good here."
I give her a look to come with me, but she smiles and waves.
Guess we're going to have to work on our silent signals.
The shine of the knife catches my eye, and I hesitate.
"Seriously, Hunter?" Julieta crosses her arms and gives me a look of disgust.
"Hey, I don't know him."
"I do."
"Well, you haven't exactly told us anything about your friend."
"He's—"
"Hunter, go get the bags, please," Vanessa chirps.
Go and get back quickly.
Ryker is here. It'll be fine.
But I doubt he can take Mr. Muscle on without a weapon, either.
