“I’m sorry you went through that. But you won’t have to stay here with him anymore now, and we will be happy to help you any way you need.”
Though Kacey is unable to speak, her eyes soften.
“Hello? Anyone there? Hello? Three people are being kept hostage on Raven Isle. Please, we need help,” Sawyer calls into the radio.
But the buzz of static is her only response. She keeps repeating the same mantra into the radio while Kacey continues to stare.
It goes on like this for a solid minute until there’s a loud crack from downstairs. It scares the shit out of Sawyer, a yelp bursting from her throat. Kacey’s attention whips to the staircase, her eyes wide with terror.
Then, she drags them to mine, and I know exactly what she’s saying without having to hear a sound.
He’s back.
Chapter 32
Sawyer
My heart is pounding so hard, I’m positive I could lead a boat straight to us.
Enzo looks indecisive, staring at Kacey, then down the stairs. I know what he’s battling with—leave me up here with her alone or let me come with him.
“Don’t go down there.”
He growls with frustration but ultimately looks to me.
“I need you both to stay up here,” Enzo says, gripping his shotgun tightly. I’m shaking my head before he can finish.
“No, no, just stay up here until I get ahold of somebody,” I plead desperately. The thought of him going down there and possibly getting hurt is enough to make my stomach twist with nausea.
“Baby, this is a tiny space, and it could easily turn into a shoot-out. I won’t risk your life. I won’t fucking lose you,” he argues vehemently, keeping his voice quiet.
“Enz—”
He stalks toward me, halting the protests on my tongue by hooking his fingers in my teeth and bringing me toward him. Then, he switches his hold to the back of my neck, holding me hostage as he captures my lips between his.
It’s soul-crushing, the way he kisses me. It feels like love, but even that seems so colorless when my entire being feels vibrant beneath his touch.
My bottom lip trembles and he catches it between his teeth before releasing it with a soft pop, stepping away as he does. My hands are curling into his t-shirt, clinging to him with fright. For so long, I’ve only ever felt that for myself, and this… this feels so much worse. Whoever created the wordgoodbyenever knew loss. There’s nothing good about the way he leaves me.
“I’ve faced predators far more powerful than he will ever be. And now he will face me,” he assures me, his voice dropping low, sending shivers down my spine.
I try to nod, but it’s choppy.
He absently brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “I love you,” he murmurs, which makes me angry because that sounds more like an omen than a profession of love.
“I love you, too, but can you not say that right now? It’s concerning.”
That dimple flashes while he removes himself from my desperate grip. “You can take care of yourself?”
I nod. “Yes. I’ll be okay.”
Appearing unconvinced, he looks at Kacey with a severe frown, as if the dimple never existed.
“I’m going to trust you,” he tells her, though it sounds more like a threat. She nods, taking a step back again to assure him she won’t come near.
He’s still conflicted; however, he gives me one more glance before heading down the stairs.
I’m sick with worry, but I will not stand here and do nothing while he risks his life.