Is he taking me somewhere else to kill me?
Is this it?
Will I get to see my brother again?
Merci?
Lucas?
I hate that his name pops into my head.
I hate that even though I don’t remember him.
I do want him.
But does that mean I will want him for my lifetime?
That not even a head injury could stop me from wanting him.
We pull up to the house we had dinner at previously, and I hear screaming on the other side of the door. Marcus runs up the stairs. He swings the door open with me following behind him to find Lucas standing there with Sailor on his back.
Lucas’s eyes find mine, and he pauses.
Marcus pulls Sailor from Lucas’s back.
Words are uttered, but I hear nothing as Lucas rushes over to me, his hands catching my face.
“Who’s going to kill you?” I ask him. “Am I going to die?”
His head leans forward, his forehead touching mine. “You’re alive.”
I don’t remember Lucas, but I have a feeling this is a new emotion for him. He seems to be pouring everything into me when the relief floods over him.
“Yes.”
“What is happening?” Sailor screams from Marcus’s arms.
Lucas turns to face her but stays directly in front of me, blocking me, keeping me out of harm’s way.
“Seems your husband wanted to play a game with me. He should know better than to do that.”
“Marcus?” Sailor says, looking up at him.
“I had to take Chanel and kill her. Well, make Lucas believe I did.”
“Oh my God,” I say from behind Lucas.
“You are all fucked-up. So fucked-up. Where is my husband, Lucas? So help me God, if you killed him, I will hunt you down and end you,” Sailor says, stepping away from Marcus and getting closer to us.
“He should live,” I tell her.
She nods, then turns to Marcus. “Take me to him. Now.” She pushes past Lucas, but as she gets to me, she stops. “I’m sorry you had to be involved in this. But him…” she nods to Lucas, “… he would take on the world for you.” Then she hurries off.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I look back at Lucas. “I want to go home,” I say, shaking.
“Will you come with me first?” he asks.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Why?”