He shrugs.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“Phoenix and the kids are in a safe house. Kai is giving orders back home. And Zeke and Siren are protecting Liesel.”
Liesel.
“Where do you want to go?”
I should say to Phoenix, to check that she and the kids are alright.
“Liesel.”
He nods.
I stare out the window of the helicopter. I have so many fucking questions for Liesel, but all I want to know is the answer to one.
Did she refuse to fuck me because she didn’t want to? Because she was afraid of me?
Or did she refuse because Waylon required her to lose the game?
We fly out further into the ocean instead of closer to land. I turn to Enzo.
“Where are we going?”
“They are on a smaller yacht a few miles from here. Zeke and Siren said something about it being safer than at Liesel’s place. I don’t know, it wasn’t my decision. We won’t be able to land the helicopter on it, though.”
“That’s okay. You can just lower me down.”
He nods.
I see the small yacht floating in the distance. It’s not one of the boats I recognize from Enzo and Kai’s fleet. My guess is it doesn’t have all the safety features that one of our regular yachts have.
So why would they bring Liesel here to keep her safe?
I find a rope in one of the storage compartments and tie it around a bolted hook then hand the rest to Enzo.
With a slight nod of our heads, he’s lowering me down while I hold onto the rope. It takes a few jerky moments for Enzo to figure out the speed to lower me, but soon I’m close enough to let go and land on the upper deck of the boat.
“Siren? Liesel? Zeke?” I shout as I look around. I should have armed myself with more than a pocket of knives before I got here, but I don’t think any enemies are on-board.
I head below deck and round a corner and then freeze. My eyes blink rapidly, not sure I believe the sight in front of me.
Zeke is tied up sitting in a corner, so tightly bound he can’t move a muscle.
But that isn’t what has me worried.
Siren is also tied up. And with tears streaming down her face, Liesel is pointing a gun at Siren’s head.
I put my hands up slowly as I approach, not entirely sure what I’m walking into.
“Huntress, talk to me. What’s going on?” I ask, my voice soft, soothing, and trusting.
She sobs, louder.
“If Waylon is forcing you to do this, you should know he’s dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I know.” She sobs more.