Ruaan moved.
The moment those words left Cullen's mouth he was off the bed — with his feet hitting the floor. His body moved before his brain had fully caught up with the decision.
He was not doing this.
He was not—
The top two were at the door.
Both of them. Standing side by side filling the entire frame, arms folded with blank expressions. Just — there.
Ruaan stopped.
He looked at the door and looked back at Cullen, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, still smiling, watching Ruaan's escape attempt with amusement.
Ruaan looked for his cellmates.
Gone. All three of them.
They were probably having breakfast or taking their showers, wherever — they weren't here and they weren't coming and even if they were, he already knew what that would look like. He'd learned that lesson under a staircase with a fist in his face.
He was alone.
He rubbed his palms together and looked at Cullen and said the thing he had never in his life imagined himself saying.
