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I consider the twin possibility still. I’d have to get both of them in a room together. I’m not sure which option I like more. Both seem equally dangerous. If this is a twin situation, there could be someone out right now actively hunting us. If this is DID, then at the very least, Wyatt wants Oakley and me dead.

And that makes goosebumps break out across my arms.

I’ve never been afraid of a diagnosis. I have been afraid of the behavior people have learned in order to survive. I don’t know what Wyatt’s been through, but I do know it’s enough to make him violent and unpredictable.

Kyan, or Wyatt, or whoever continues to whistle as he pulls a phone out of a drawer. My heart races at the sight. A phone. Such a regular thing in everyday life. I hadn’t realized how much I missed seeing one, and I’m hit with such nostalgia I almost can’t breathe.

Then Kyan’s shoulders stiffen slightly, and I stop breathing.

I don’t even know how many other personalities are in the system. What did I learn about before? Ten? Twenty? A Hundred?

Fuck.

I have absolutely zero idea what any of the other alters’ triggers are. I don’t know what causes them to switch out with each other. All I know is that I don’t want Wyatt out.

Then, Kyan is loose again, and he’s on the phone with someone about a plane. I can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but he grunts a few times, then turns his gaze back on us. I didn’t realize just how dark and thick his lashes are till he practically bats them at us.

And for a second, I let myself feel a slight glimmer of hope. Then, Kyan hangs up.

“Well, sounds like there’s a storm rolling in. Bird can’t get here till it’s clear.”

Wait. A storm? I try to keep my voice even, but it comes out a bit shrill, “How long till it’s clear?”

Kyan presses his lips together and looks me up and down, his tone getting darker. “So eager to run from me, princess?”

I freeze, my mouth slightly open. Oh god, I said the wrong thing. Is he going to switch?

Kyan’s face breaks into a smirk. “Almost as eager to let me catch you as mousey here. Huh, mousey?”

Oakley crosses his arms, and as I look at him, his face is red. And for a brief second, I allow myself to wonder about their relationship. A flash of emotions moves through me, betrayal that he would befriend our enemy and intrigue, because is Kyan our enemy?

Then I fully register what he just said. We’re going to be stuck here. With him. With whoever is shooting up the place. Until the storm passes.

My heart races, but I try to keep calm. We can do this, right? Kyan likes Oakley. Just keep him calm until the plane gets here, and then bam, we can get off the island forever.

I suck in a breath for four seconds, holding it for seven, and letting it out for eight.

The phone dings. Maybe it’s his contact saying he can come earlier? I look over his shoulder.

Unknown: Hey, boss man. Cucumbers are running low. Have any updates on those vibrating butt plugs?

I stare at the text, taken aback. It’s silent for a beat, and then Kyan straightens, turning to face us. His face is blank for a second, and he looks confused. Then, he looks angry, lip curling as he looks at both of us. His voice deepens, “What the fuck?”

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Day 8

Kyan’s gaze is darker as he tilts his head and looks at us like a predator, and I know for a fact that he’s no longer Kyan.

I bump into Oakley’s hand, and he grabs mine, squeezing so hard it hurts.

Wyatt snarls, going for a bottom drawer, pulling a gun out, and in that second, all I can think about is the alcohol I smell on his breath.

We’re locked in that frozen state for a second, then Oakley tries to bolt. He yanks on my hand, but Wyatt’s already pointing the gun at him. You don’t run from a predator like Wyatt. I ran from Wyatt in the woods, and I saw it in his eyes. He loves the chase.

Oakley stops.

“Don’t even think about it,” Wyatt snarls. His gaze snaps between the two of us, and I catch the slightest flicker of confusion. Then, it’s gone. “You’re coming with me.” He motions outside of the room, and Oakley gives me an uncertain look back.