Skin (Flesh 2) - Page 50

Nick dragged the sleeping bags out from beneath her, covered her.

Raucous laughter came from somewhere outside the door. It chilled the blood in her veins.

Nicked leant in closer. “Keep your shoes on. I want you ready to run.”

“What’s the plan?” she asked, not looking at him.

“We wait till they’re passed out, then you go out the window. Get in the pickup and get the hell out of here.” Nick stood up and motioned for her to do the same. He spread one of the waiting sleeping bags out across the mattress. “Take your shirt off. If they check in on us they’re going to expect to see you undressed.”

Her hands shook as she did so. Shook so bad he had to help her.

“The bra?” she asked.

“No. Leave that on,” he said, his gaze hard. “I don’t want them seeing any more of you than necessary. ”

He pulled off his shirt and turned off the light. They both lay down, a sleeping bag covering them, especially the tell-tale boots. He put his arm around her, drawing her closer to keep her warm. The temperature was cooler in the bedroom, away from the heat of the fire. Now that her body was cooling she could feel the difference. But she’d never been happier to get away from people in her life.

“Talk to me, Ros.”

“And say what?” she asked.

He sighed, rested the side of his nose against her forehead, getting closer than she knew how to take just then. Pity she couldn’t bring herself to move away.

“I didn’t kill anyone who wasn’t bitten or a danger in some other way,” he said. “Some people lost it, couldn’t take the pressure. They put us all at risk. I don’t enjoy killing, but I won’t hesitate if it’s necessary.”

She swallowed hard. He was a soldier … had been a soldier. She knew this was part of his job but hearing him say it so coldly, so definitely—her little world trembled.

“What’s Blackstone? Who’s Emmet?” she asked.

“Blackstone is where you’re going to go. You get back on the Northern Highway and you’ll hit it. Okay? That’s where you go when you get out of here. Don’t hesitate.”

“Alright. And Emmet?”

He shifted slightly. “He was our leader. The highest-ranked ass**le left after everything went to shit. He wanted women and he was prepared to kill to get them.”

“Bet your friends out there loved him. What did you think of him?”

He didn’t answer for a while. “I wanted him dead. I just didn’t do it.”

“Why?”

“He killed anyone who stood up to him. But I think … I think I was so used to being told what to do, it was almost second nature. I like to think I would have shot him before he hurt an innocent, but honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even know why the f**k I was still alive back then. What I was supposed to do with myself. And everyone seemed to agree with him.” He made a noise, soft and bitter. “But they were just planning when to take him out. They didn’t trust me to help. I wouldn’t have trusted me either, if I was them. I was a f**king mess. Drinking much more than I should have. Taking all sorts of shit.”

“And the women Pete talked about?”

“Were willing. Always.”

“And did you treat them badly? Because that’s how it sounded.”

Another deep sigh and his chest brushed against her through the thin fabric layer of her bra. “I wasn’t always as respectful as I should have been, no. But I’ve never raised my hand to a woman, I swear.”

At least he didn’t make excuses. That was something. He had no need, because apparently she was prepared to make them for him.

His fingers stroked her hair, the nape of her neck. “I wish I could tell you I’ve always tried to do the right thing. But I can’t,” he said, his voice so very soft. His lips brushed against her temple. “I did what was easy and I did what I wanted. Other people didn’t factor into it for me. I’m sorry. I know you deserve better.”

She said nothing.

“I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

“I know.” He huffed out a breath, held her tighter.

They lay in silence for what felt like hours. Her mind wouldn’t quiet. All the things he’d said rolled around and around.

At some stage she heard footsteps outside. Seemed Pete and Justin were doing some guard duty. Mostly likely focused on keeping her in rather than the zombies out. Nick rubbed her back, mumbled some nonsense. Everything wasn’t going to be okay but she didn’t see the point in contradicting him. She got as close to him as physically possible and hung onto his arm. Sometimes acting brave was overrated.

Terror wore her out. She must have fallen asleep eventually, because Nick shook her awake. It was silent outside, in the lounge and in the outside world. Tension lined his face. He looked so serious, somber. But the big tell was the way he avoided her eyes. She’d never seen Nick afraid before. Not like this. It terrified her.

Nick put a finger to his lips, motioned her off the bed. Carefully, quietly, she moved. The shushing noises of the sleeping bag were like shouts. The squeaking of the bedsprings sounded like screams. He handed over her shirt and pulled back the curtain. The window screeched like a wounded cat as he slid it open. Kookaburras laughed somewhere off in the bush. The fence-line was clear. The sun had only just started to rise; stars still flickered overhead. Her heart pounded.

He slipped the pickup keys into her jeans pocket, helped her onto the window ledge.

“You drive straight through the gate and you do it fast. The pickup will break the lock fine. Up the highway until Blackstone. The tank is full. Don’t stop if you can help it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “There’s a gun and ammunition in the glovebox. More in the storage chest on the back. You use them to buy your way in if you have to.”

“I’ve still got my gun.” She’d slept with it wedged into her belt, safety most definitely on. “You’ll follow, right?”

Instead of answering he kissed her, mashing his lips to hers, hard and fast.

“Nick, tell me you’re coming too.”

He helped her out the window and down onto the dewy grass. Her breath misted the air.

“I’m going to follow,” he said. His eyes told her differently.

“You said you wouldn’t lie to me. Why aren't you coming?”

“Someone needs to distract them.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in, kissed her one more time. Her top lip felt bruised. So did her heart. How the hell had it come to this?

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