Page 292 of Fragments

“What if… What if they need help? What’s the plan, baby?” His head wobbles. “I mean, are we really going to goback, after risking our lives… aftereverythingwe went through getting off that island?? Can you honestly tell me you think going back there is a good idea??”

“No,” I mutter. “No, I can say with almost absolute certainty that it’s a terrible fucking idea.” He lets out a slow breath. “Listen, baby, I would never even suggest anything unless you’re totally on board. We’re a team. We move together, no matter what… Okay?”

He nods, showing me his vulnerability. And we’re both silent for a moment, clinging to each other until he mumbles, “So, what do you think it is…? Like an uprising? Us versus them type shit?”

“I don’t know,” I sigh. “But I can’t stand the idea of them being in danger. Joy, Rook, even Velle. I mean, as fucked up as they were, they’re our family. And Byron…”

I shake my head solemnly, and Ren gnaws on his lower lip, clearly deep in thought.

“The Ivory has a weakness,” he says softly, blue eyes widening.

“If it comes down to it, baby…” I push his hair back gently with my fingers. “Ifthey need us…”

Ren blinks, then scoffs. “We’re not heroes, Luthor.”

“Nope.” My lips curve. “Just villains with better disguises.”

this is not THE END.