The Survivor (Book 2)

Chapter 31

Fifteen sat across from me in the metal room once Moore brought us back. I blushed when I felt him looking at me, and Sin tried to figure out what had happened. I was focused on Zack, though.

Moore left after he made me press another button. I pressed blue. Fifteen watched me carefully before moving to sit next to me.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I nodded. “He’s going to make me do that as your torture, I think.”

“It would make sense,” Sin chimed in. “Why the hell is he torturing us when we’ve told him we can’t get a cure.”

“Because he’s desperate,” I used my voice for the first time in what felt like hours. “And he’s a human.”

Sin looked around me at Fifteen. “Can you get out of this room anytime you want?”

“After what he thinks I just did to her? Yeah,” Fifteen shuddered. “Yeah, but why?”

“We need our swords. We’re gonna kill this son of a bitch,” Sin nodded. “That’s the only way out.”

“I could find them,” Fifteen nodded. “It’d be easy to find them once I got out. All I’d have to do is search his sick and twisted brain for where he hid them.”

“When’s the soonest you could do this?” I asked the Incubus. “Can you do it now, or would that be too obvious?”

“Wait a day. He probably expects that I’ll apologize all day to you,” Fifteen nodded. “Then before he gets you for your torturing, I’ll leave, go get the swords, go get you, and we’ll kill him. Then we’ll get Zack, torch the place, and get you guys back to Aragon or whatever.”

I absorbed the information. “What do we do until then?”

“You should rest,” Sin said quietly. “Big day tomorrow.”

I nodded and curled up against Fifteen’s chest. “Get me up before Moore comes in again.”

Fifteen pressed a kiss into my hair and rubbed my shoulder tenderly as I drifted to sleep in his arms. The Incubus nudged me awake too soon after, and I buried my face in my knees as I hugged them to my chest. Fifteen stepped across the room, planting on the floor before Moore stepped in.

He looked directly at Sin, “Your turn.”

Sin got up with a sigh, willingly being led to his torture session. I grabbed his hand, wanting him to stay. I wanted him here, and I didn’t want him to hurt. “I’ll be okay, T. I’m a tough cookie.”

I nodded, reluctantly letting go of his hand. Fifteen was by my side the second the door closed, and he pressed one of my ears against his chest, covering the exposed one with his large hand. I felt like I was underwater since every sound around me was muffled, but I wished it had been silent since Seven was with Zack once again.

I shuddered. Maybe I wouldn’t tell him it wasn’t me. Maybe I’d just let him believe that it was me every single day, because if he knew it wasn’t me, he’d crumble like one of the buildings in Heaven during the human attack. He wouldn’t trust himself around me. Again.

Fifteen kissed my forehead tenderly, “It’s just one more day.”

“Do I tell Zack?” I asked quietly, closing my eyes and waiting for them to stop. “Do I tell him it was her?”

“I wouldn’t,” he brushed his nose against my cheek. “He’d be devastated, and I think we all would like to forget this place at the earliest opportunity. Telling him he screwed a girl that wasn’t you every day for three weeks after he’d been doing that for six months? He wouldn’t be able to forget the guilt and shit.”