“Something funny,stronzo?” I ask. He frowns, not understanding what I called him, and I have no inclination to clue him in.
We don’t get along, though neither of us has outright spoken of our distaste for each other. He doesn’t like that I show him little respect, and I just don’t like him.
“Girl’s gotta mouth on her. Haven’t been around people much the past several decades, but it’s always interestin’ to see how feisty women are these days when I do come across ’em. Met a few women on deck when the cargo ships come ’round, and boy, they give those men a run for their money.”
He’s trying to have a conversation.
I turn my glare back to the door.
I don’t like having conversations. Least of all with him.
Standing, I toss over my shoulder, “I’ll be back later.”
Sylvester just grumbles, clearly displeased with my manners. He’s not a meek man, but it’s become increasingly evident over the past week that he keeps the peace with me for Sawyer’s sake.
He likes her. And I don’t fucking like that about him, either.
By the time I get outside, she’s nowhere in sight. Even after walking for several minutes, I don’t see her climbing on any of the cliffs or sprawled across the jagged rocks like I’d half expect. Nothing about her screams graceful.
By the time I circle the entire island and still can’t find her, there’s a seed of concern sprouting in the pit of my stomach, slowly taking root as the minutes pass by.
Where the fuck could she have gone?
This island isn’t that big. There are only so many places to hide. We had to have somehow missed each other, and she’s already made her way back to the lighthouse.
Just as I’m about to give up and head back, I catch sight of a big hole smack in the center of a cliff.
And suddenly, it dawns on me why she’s been getting paler, how she has seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
It’s a goddamn cave.
Something about her keeping that from me pisses me off.
Then again, everything about her accomplishes that without even trying.
Lord knows how big it is, and she could’ve easily gotten hurt and would’ve had no way to let me know. As the scenarios play out of all the ways she could’ve gotten herself in some type of trouble, my fury only heightens while I make my way into the cave. I can't see shit, but I'm conscious of each step as I descend. I reach flat ground and charge through a tunnel, a bright blue glow emitting from beyond.
I’m annoyed enough that the beauty of the cave hardly registers once I emerge on the other side. My only focus is finding Sawyer, ensuring she’s not hurt, and then leaving again.
Curiosity satisfied.
Sounds pointless even in my own fucking head.
I stalk through the cave, stopping briefly to note the blue pool of water, before continuing to search for the constant thorn in my side.
“What are you doing down here?” a quiet voice asks from behind me. I turn around, finding Sawyer standing there, her wild curls around her face.
“This is where you’ve been going?”
“You know the song “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey? I think she knew what she was doing when she wrote it,” she says in place of an answer.
My brow furrows. “What?”
She walks past me and heads toward the pool, humming the tune to the song. “I’m just saying, obsession comes with some serious side effects. Might want to keep that in check before you turn into a murderous psycho.”
I’m silent for a beat before asking, “Who says I’m not already?”
She seems to freeze for several seconds before she aimlessly kicks her foot against the rock floor.