The Survivor (Book 2)

Chapter 9

I woke with a start, blinking away the remnants of my dream…A dream? Was it all a dream? Did I dream an entire week?! No…That was unlikely. Maybe I lived the week, but dreamt the safe-haven that was Zack. Either way, I was still in my prison cell of a room.

I rolled over into a broad and bare chest, eyes shooting open as I scooted as far back on the bed as possible. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“What, you don’t remember?” Saint grinned slyly, biting his lip. I feared the worst as I looked down to confirm my worst nightmare. “You didn’t suffocate me in the sheets, so it was a win-win situation.”

Neither of us were dressed, and I whimpered before clambering out of the bed and to the window, beating on the glass to get Zack’s attention. He was sitting in a far corner with a pillow around both of his ears, and there were dark circles under his eyes. I gulped as he dragged his feet to the window.

“No, please, Zack, please tell me I didn’t,” I cried. He was quiet, drawing more tears from my eyes.

“He gave you injections,” Zack finally said. “Three, I think. One to shoot your adrenaline up, one to shoot your lust up, and one to make you forget it even happened.”

I sobbed into the glass, fogging up the window quickly with my staggering breath. I shook my head, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Treble. It wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you,” he ran a finger over the glass, trying to wipe at my tears. I did it for him. “This was in no way your fault, sweetheart.”

“How l-long have we b-been here?” I got out between sobs.

“Third day,” he sighed. Thank God it was only the third day, but that meant I had to endure possibly what I already knew was going to happen. Except I didn’t dream this nightmare. “I love you, Treble. Okay? Always.”

I nodded, “I love you, too,” I melted into the glass when Saint slid his cold arms around my bare waist and kissed across my shoulder lazily. The veins in Zack’s arms stood out, and he was doing everything in his mental power not to tear this entire facility apart. There was a pinch in my arm, “Saint, please-”

“Too late,” he chuckled. “Should I let you remember this time?” I shook my head. “Too bad. Fresh out of forget-me-juice.”

“Find some,” I said quietly, feeling my heart beat faster with each passing second. My veins itched, and looking at Saint, I thought I’d found the cure.

But I could hear Zack’s thoughts. Zack’s loud thoughts, and terribly inappropriate thoughts. And those were the only things keeping me off of Saint.

Saint turned me around, pressing my back against the icy glass. His eyes devoured me as he licked his lips like I’d be his next meal. But I was listening to Zack. I didn’t care what Saint said or did, I didn’t really feel anything. Numb to emotion and feeling, and completely absorbed in Zack’s daydream.

“Treble,” Zack’s voice was low, bringing me back into some form of reality. “Did you dream about me?” I nodded quickly as Saint kissed down my neck. “What kind of dream?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of, but a good one,” I smiled. “One where I could taste your love for me on your lips.”

“Can you normally do that?” he asked. I shook my head. “What were we doing?”

“Kissing,” I giggled. “Possibly more.”

“Tease,” I could hear the smirk on his face, and he went back to his daydream. His thoughts moved, and I guessed he sat down on his bed. Have I ever mentioned how damned sexy your back is?