heaven in hiding 🌷 tracob

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Jacob's pov

"Don't leave my side at any time, don't speak to him, oh- and..." I pause, "Don't look him in the eye."

I shove my gun behind my trousers and cover my tee over it. Troye holds my hand and nods, looking baby-faced as ever. Maybe it's fear, him just having to watch me knock out the last ten guards. We're standing in front of the cave entrance, two steps from what could be Hell.

"Why don't I look him in the eye?" He pips up in a small voice.

"You don't stare death in the eye," I mutter, clenching my jaw and pushing the stone door open.

He's sat alone in the void cave, sat on the throne, the only thing in the room. An Egyptian cat is sat on his lap, staring at us with curiosity.

"Who dares disturb the King?" He booms, looking up at us menacingly.

"Oh- you..." He trails off, pulling a knife from his side and holding it in the air.

We step forward, me holding my ground and staring at him daringly.

"This is the knife I will use to kill... hm..." He mutters, "Your dollface boy... then you."

I feel Troye's fingers quiver in my hand and I feel an immense need to protect. Protect him.

Pulling the gun out, I flick off the safety and hold my finger over the trigger as I point it at him.

"This is the gun I could use to kill you." My voice echoes around the cave walls, "But I don't believe it is necessary."

He quirks a brow up, "Is that so?"

"You've done nothing but defy me." He adds, "Why would I spare you?"

"The same reason why I don't have to pull this trigger. We can end this now." I say, stepping forward and pulling Troye forward the slightest.

"We can. Tell me you'll stay out of my way and I won't have you assassinated... yet." He offers.

"Jay..." Troye whimpers, scared.

"Or we can settle this..." He speaks in a wickedly sinister tone, "Tomorrow morning."

"A duel?"

"War." He dares.

"War at dawn," I smile.

"Rest easy, Bixenman... as this may be your last night on earth." He taunts.

A shot to the knee and the entire cave echoes a sharp piercing.

"Have fun fighting with a broken knee, motherfucker." I speak over the harsh silence followed, the King heaving through the pain and glaring at the two of us.

His cat has jumped off his lap and ran across the room. Troye holds his hand out and tsks to it.

I pull him away before he could possibly do something like steal the man's cat, and walk right out the door. We meet with the Runners shortly and make our way back to the safe house, taking this as a small victory. Troye looks up at me with glistened and bloodshot dilated eyes as we walk down the boulevard, the city light shining down on him. I only spare a few glances, not wanting to provoke him until he's somewhere safe.

He will be okay after this, right?

Right...?