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Nate
I run my fingers through my hair, watching the sun set over the trees behind the mansion. I fucking hate staying on Perdita for longer than a day, but we’re in day two and I’m getting fucking cabin fever. I mean, I’m about to slaughter some fucks if they say the wrong thing. Bishop let them out of the cells. Keeping Abel locked in a cell wasn’t our play, it was Khales. We don’t see either of them as a threat, and there’s no way they can get out of this house, let alone off this fucking island.
I hear the bedroom door open and close behind me, and then a tumbler glass of whiskey on ice coming into view. “Think she will work out what we’re doing?”
I take the glass from Brantley and bring it to my lips, shooting it back. “Yup. She’s fucking smart. Way smarter than anyone we’ve ever had around.”
“Agreed…” Brantley nods.
“But she can’t know what we know. She will get reckless in her revenge and we can’t have that.”
Brantley leans forward, resting his arms on the barrier. “Also agreed.”
“You care about her….” I try the unspoken words on the tip of my tongue. Don’t much like how they taste.
Brantley chuckles, shaking his head and hanging it between his arms. “No. I don’t think I care about her, but I also feel a little bit protective over her. If that makes sense.”
“It doesn’t.” I sigh. “But I get it, man. Who would have thought, though. Out of everyone…”
“That she’d be the one who would pull on my rusted strings?”
We both laugh. “Yeah. Exactly. Was begi
Brantley’s jaw clenches. “Yeah, unfortunately, I am.”
“So we agree?” I add, watching him carefully. “She isn’t going to know?”
Brantley nods. “Yeah. We all agree. Right now isn’t the time. It might make her worse.”
Her being worse than she is now isn’t something anyone wants.