Page 95 of Havenfall Harbor
“Like until I graduate?” Now she looks between Evan and me.
“Unless you have something else to tell us that would change our minds?” I offer again.
Michelle looks down at the table, and she seems as if she’s actually thinking about it, so I sit very still, waiting.
Long seconds pass in silence before she finally takes a deep breath and shakes her head in denial. “No, there’s nothing.” But she doesn’t meet my eyes, so I’m even more convinced she’s hiding something. Who would be important enough to this girl that she would be willing to protect them?
I stand, pissed that we didn’t get any answers from her, but too tired of wasting my time here to push her for more. I could force her to talk, but that wouldn’t make me much better than my father.
Reaching for the door, I give her one last parting thought to ponder in her solitude. “I hope you don’t find your loyalty misplaced, Michelle.” I leave the door open for Evan to follow me out.
Paul stands as we exit. “I sent someone to grab the things you asked for, they should be back soon.”
Evan examines the empty hallway. “Probably wouldn’t be right to just lock her in and leave her alone down here.”
I almost snort. If it wasn’t for my promise to Quinn, I would have already shipped this kid’s ass back to her fucked up family. Leaving her locked up in a barren room shouldn’t be an issue.
“After we get the stuff loaded in, I’ll leave someone down here to keep an eye on the door,” Paul offers.
Evan shakes his head. “Nah, as long as someone checks on her every hour or so to make sure she isn’t getting herself into trouble, she’ll be fine.”
Paul shrugs, indifferent either way.
“Make sure whoever checks on her knows she doesn’t get out of this room unless it’s to use the bathroom, then she goes right back in.” Evan ticks off his fingers. “They aren’t to talk to her, make nice, or let her have visitors. This is a punishment.”
“Won’t be an issue. I’m pretty sure everyone who works security knows the kind of shit she’s always trying to pull.”
Chapter 29
Quinn
I wake up with a start,my heart beating fast. I look around, noting Griffin’s empty living room. The television is still on, but the guys are gone. I think back to my dream. It was about this morning, only instead of not seeing the person who hit me, I saw Michelle before she attacked, and she didn’t stop after one hit.
I shake away the dream and stand slowly. I know I felt fine earlier, thanks to Griffin and his blood—I flush, wishing I could remember more about the exchange—but with the dream so fresh, I feel like I’m going to experience all the aches that were absent this morning.
Once I realize I’m not suffering any lasting effects from the attack, I gingerly make my way to the bathroom and bedroom, expecting to find the guys sleeping, but the room is unoccupied. After emptying my bladder, I head into the kitchen to see if I somehow missed them, even though I already know I’m the only one here.
Glancing at the clock, I note it’s not even that late yet. The guys probably went down to get something to eat, well, Evan anyway. I debate just curling back up on the couch, but the dream is still too fresh so I decide maybe I should go find them, I’m a little hungry myself.
I pause before opening the door. A sliver of fear worms its way into my stomach at the thought of going outside these walls by myself. After a brief hesitation, I jerk the door open, mad that I gave into the fear even for a moment.
A strangled scream leaves my throat when a figure spins on me as soon as the door opens. I don’t even think to slam the door closed, I freeze.
Wes’s face comes into focus, his eyes are wild. I think I scared him just as much as he scared me. “What the hell?” I pant.
“Holy shit, Quinn, you just gave me a heart attack.”
“You? Why are you creeping in front of the door?” I look around the rest of the corridor. It’s empty.
“Evan told me to watch the door until they get back.” Westly sags against the wall.
“Where did they go?” I step out into the hall, leaving Griffin’s door open behind me.
Wes blows out a heavy breath. “I didn’t ask.” He looks at me like I might be crazy for even posing the question.
I hesitate in the doorway. I can’t really invite him in, it’s not my place, but I don’t want to abandon him in the hall alone while I go look for the guys. I leave a few feet of space between us and lean against the wall, figuring I might as well keep him company.
Griffin
