My heart chugged and hope unfurled with joyous frissions at the thought of finally, finally, saving Nila and living up to my promises.
If it means youre safe, Ill do anything.Nila looked up, her dusky skin as white as the clouds far, far above us. She studied me. Decisions fluttered then shredded. Conclusions formed then discarded with revulsion.
I sensed her battle but wanted to howl when she finally nodded.Dont…dont…Whatever it is…dont.
Cut smiled. Good girl.My eyes bugged as Nila willingly spun in Cuts embrace, facing him in the cage of his embrace. Her back blocked what her hands did, but the muscles in her spine rippled beneath her clothing.
My stomach knotted as she sucked in a breath; her hands moved to Cuts belt.
I tripled my efforts, my head roaring, my ribs screaming.She stops skimming when she reaches the one picture displayed, the one of me with my parents, taken when I was about six, right around when their business exploded.
Were standing in front of the garage of the red brick starter home my parents were renting and Im holding the handlebars of a new bike.It was my first bike and I remember begging my mom to take the picture. A few years ago I unearthed it at my grandparents house and stole it, frame and all.
Violet leans in for a better look, hands behind her back. She wants to pick it up to study it; I can tell by the way her fingers reach forward then quickly pull back.When shes done snooping, she places a forefinger to her lips, gesturing for me to follow her out the door.