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“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” she mutters, twisting her wet hair into a bun and tucking the stray strands behind her ears.
“I won’t ask you again.”
After a beat, she sighs, drops her hip, and looks up at me through watery eyes. “After this… after it’s all over. You’re sure I won’t be found?”
My jaw ticks as I grind my molars. “You said you trusted me.”
“I do.”
“Then you’ll trust that I can make you disappear. Nobody will be able to find you, Dahlia.”
Even me.
Dahlia
Chasing bad decisions is a hard habit to break.
I’m woken up by the bedside drawer vibrating, slashing through the darkness of the hut. My cell phone is ringing.
I know it’s a bad decision to answer it, especially because it’s from an unknown number.
But I do it anyway.
Groggy from sleep, I press the green button and lift the cell to my ear, closing my eyes.
Nothing but heavy breathing. Then:
“I know you’re there, Dahlia Rose.”
My blood runs cold. I’d know Lucky’s voice anywhere. “How did you get my number?”
“Your roomie gave it to me. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?”
I don’t reply.
“Five days. Just under eight million dollars. How’s that looking for you?”
The lump in my throat is threatening to cut off my air supply. I ball the bedsheet in my fists and wait.
“Considering I’m standing in your empty bedroom, I’m going to assume it’s not looking good. Did you really think you could run from me, Dahlia?”
Oh my god. He’s in my room.I picture him standing at the foot of my bed, among my abandoned clothes and upturned drawers. Even though I’m never going back to it, it makes me feel violated. Dirty.
His voice lowers to a hiss. “You can’t run from me, Dahlia. I made you disappear, remember? I’ll find you just as fast. In fact, if you stay on the line to me for a few more seconds, I’ll have your exact location—”
Terrified at the thought, I shut off the phone. Panic floods through my body like a nasty virus, and I leap out of bed and run to the bathroom. My cell fizzles and crackles as I run it under the tap. For good measure, I wrap it in a towel and stomp on it, hearing the glass screen shatter under my foot.
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.
Could Lucky track down my location from my cell phone? God, what would happen if he did already?
Well, the Garden is a fortress. You have to scan at least two body parts to get in, plus solve the fuckingDa Vinci Code,so even if he found my location, he won’t be able to get inside.
And then there’s Cillian himself. Lucky might be big and scary but Cillian is bigger and scarier. I don’t doubt he could take Lucky down, but the question is,would he?
He’s already done enough for me. And everything he’s done, he didn’t need to do in the first place.
