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“I’m not wearing any.”
“What?”
“Kalen, focus!”
“How can I focus when you’re dropping bombs like that?!”
“It was a joke, Kalen.” I sigh and shake my head at him but a small smile tugs on my lips.
“Well, now I don’t know what to believe. I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He grins wickedly and slides his hand under my blanket to my thigh. I slap it away with a scowl.
“Okay, fine.” It’s his turn to sigh now. “But give me a kiss.” Before I can ask why he leans over and steals one. “You might not want to kiss me afterwards.”
“Kalen—”
“Alright, alright! Man, you sound like my brothers when you say it like that.” He takes a deep breath and I see the worry in his eyes. “So, I know you didn’t want to talk about that night until Onyx was okay, but when Sawyer and I were coming to find you, we found someone unconscious.”
“Okay.” I draw out the letters, prompting him to continue.
“It was Baxter.”
“Baxter? Was he okay?”
“He barely had a pulse, Amelie.”
“What did you do?”
“We argued about it. I wanted to help him. Said you’d kick our asses if anything happened to him.”
“That’s true…What did Sawyer say?”
“That if Baxter was okay and anything happened to you, he’d kill us for wasting time on him.”
“Also true. But I hoped you risked it.”
“We pinned our locations on a map, knowing that as soon as help arrived they would track us and find him.”
My frown deepens. I’m not happy about it, but I guess I can understand their logic. Plus, if they hadn’t arrived when they did, Onyx…No! I shut those thoughts down.
“When help came, Baxter was gone.”
“Okay, so he came round and was okay?”
“No one has seen him since, Amelie.”
“He always disappears though, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah, but he’s always contactable. No one has heard from him.”
I shake my head.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Kalen.”
“He’s missing, Amelie. If it weren’t for Sawyer and me confirming we saw him outside of the main building, he would have been presumed dead in the blast by now.”
An entirely new kind of rage burns through me. It’s white hot and blinding in its intensity.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me!” I whisper-yell, smacking him on the arm. I’m conscious that it’s the middle of the night and many passengers are asleep. Typical dick Kalen move, to tell me when I can’t flip out.
