Keep Me Safe

Chapter 67

That night found the group of eight in an old house belonging to Spencers grandparents outside of Rosewood. Surrounded by fields, a spacious living quarters, it seemed like the perfect mission headquarters.

Hanna pointed to the chalkboard set up in the kids room. "Toby, Travis, and Ezra are leaving in the morning to find Ali and her minions, according to the clues they gave us. Aria and Paige are staying here to hold down the fort and be in charge of communication." She turned to them.

"So any word from the boys gets transferred to Spencer, Emily, and I."

Aria nodded in understanding.

"And that leaves Spencer, Emily, and I to be on the defensive when we finally do meet those bastards."

"Wait, if we're trying to hurt them, were on the offensive," Spencer corrected.

"Whatever," Hanna said.

"We can talk over breakfast," Ezra suggested. "But I think the plan is pretty obvious. We lure them here and you-"

"Attack them," Hanna finished. "I'm going to make that bitch pay for what she did to Caleb."

There was a moment of silence, as the group recognized how important this was.

"Class dismissed," Hanna laughed.

After Toby and Spencer made their way to their bedroom, Spencer sat down on the bed and held her head in her hands.

"Toby," she whispered.

"What is it, Spence?"

"I just- I'm so sick of this. Thinking it's going to be done but it's not. They're still going to be out there. Even after tomorrow. They're always going to be a threat! And we're crazy to think otherwise!" She screamed in frustration.

"I feel like tomorrow, it's different. We're going for blood."

"So are they! And if we kill them, were going to jail!"

"Spencer, Liam is on the police force, he's going to be there. He'll be able to step in. And he'll know that anything we do is in self defense. There's nothing you need to worry about."

"Toby," Spencer said once more.

"What?"

"This-this might be one of our last nights together."

Toby's brow creased in realization. Anyone could die tomorrow. Ali made it sound definitive.

"And, just," she stuttered. "Just give me this one last night to remind me how much we mean to each other."

With a swift movement towards her, their lips connected, falling backwards on the bed. Their clothes were stripped away, leaving their bare bodies and undeniable passion. Every movement, every gasp, every moan, every second, shrouded by the love that had kept them both alive for years.

And no matter what would happen the next day, they would always have that love.