Page 112 of Little Liar

Maybe she’s in the room they’ve locked her in?

I glance at the main exit, wondering if I should just hunt for her anyway.

“The asshole doesn’t speak, remember? Hey, do you think he’d yell at me if I try to flirt with her?”

I’d kill him. Simple as that.

“Fuck off, Base,” Adryx snaps, and I can hear Molly and Abigail in the background at the safe house.

“Fucking rude,” he replies. “Your brother is here, so she must be somewhere. And hey, Baz, what’s the point in you having all these fancy gadgets if you can’t follow her tracker?”

Barry huffs. “There’s no point explaining it to an idiot like you.”

I roll my eyes and shove my hands into my pockets while they keep arguing back and forth, Tobias telling them all to shut the fuck up and focus on the plan.

Stepping around a group of men with cigars, I search the place some more. The music is growing more ridiculous, the decorations are ridiculous, the people are ridiculous, and the—

I turn and stop breathing at the sight before me.

My fucking soul shivers.

Fuck. I’m stunned into a place where I can’t even fill my lungs or blink.

The black satin dress hugs her frame so perfectly, her long hair falling down her back. She’s slimmer than before. And I can’t see her beautiful face.

She’s wearing a gas mask, just like mine, but with glitter around the chambers on each side.

I’m looking at a fucking angel.

My angel.

My anchor.

Mine.

I love her more than life. She once told me she would never be loved the way I love her because it comes so naturally to people who are neurotypical, and for me to feel anything like that, I’d need to try extra hard and fall deeper than any typical love. She told me it was more than enough for her.

There’s fucking concrete around my black heart like a shield, and she’s trapped inside it. That’s the only version of love I have, and I’ll make sure it’s always enough for Olivia to choose me, to never leave me, to love me until we grow old, die, and find each other in the void beyond.

Igor gestures to her to come to him, resting his hand on her hip when she complies. She stiffens, her spine straight, as her eyes burn into Xander’s, searching for some sort of help.

She’s asking him to help when I’m right here.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” someone says in my ear, but my blood is pumping, roaring around their voice as I grit my teeth and step forward.

“Stop,” my dad snaps in my ear. “Do not risk your sister’s life.”

“Shit. Even the dad sees them as siblings.”

I pause my steps, my heart pounding in my chest, needing to get to her—I need to remove his hand from her body and snuffout his life force while everyone watches. They need to see what a useless piece of shit he is.

My girl flinches as he leans down to whisper in her ear, and then she nods. He squeezes her side and taps it before going to talk to a group of women who keep smiling at him and his son.

She rubs her arm, and I check our surroundings before I start to approach her.

“Malachi!” Dad yells. “Stop!”

“He’s going to screw up the goddamn plan.”