Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

Don’t block this out. Don’t block me out.

I pull Kai into me, hoping my arms will warm her enough to bring her back to life.

“Tell him to depart,” I say.

Zeke’s worried stare moves to Kai. “Is she going to be—”

“She’s fine.”

Zeke pouts, but does as I say and heads to the bridge to tell the captain it’s time for us to leave.

“Kai?”

Nothing.

Fuck.

The tour will have to wait until later. Right now, Kai needs me to bring her back to life. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

9

KAI

DAMMIT, the second Zeke mentions we’re leaving I close up. It happens automatically, as it almost always does. And then I’m pushing everyone out, Enzo included.

No, no, no!

I’m stronger than this. I fought to be better than this. I’m not going to let this happen—not again.

I am fucking healed.

I will not give in to the fear.

Jarod doesn’t get to win.

Milo doesn’t get to win.

The memories don’t get to win.

I win.

Enzo scoops up my legs in his arms, and I win the first battle of pushing the cold shield down.

“I’m okay,” I say.

Enzo smiles, but it’s fake. I know he’s worried about me. “I know you are. I know you can take care of yourself. You can heal yourself, but this is all my fault. We wouldn’t be running if it wasn’t for me.”

“It is your fault,” I say with a teasing smile.

“I know, so let me fix it,” his eyes grow dark, and I know what that means. The tour of the yacht will wait till later.

His lips lean down, and he kisses me softly, barely touching me. But it’s enough to spark alive the feelings of torture he provoked before. It warms my core and drenches my thighs, all from the lightest touch of his lips.

He’s my anchor—the thing keeping me present instead of drifting away into oblivion.

Even when he fucks up, it still makes me want him. It still keeps me anchored to the moment. He keeps me feeling everything.

“You aren’t going to give me a tour?” I ask, even though I already know the answer, I just want him to confirm it as he continues to carry me through a door.