Spy Games Chapter 25 Teaser

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"I shot him the best wink I could, considering the left half of my face was in serious pain, and took his arm. As we walked down the hallway to the elevators, I decided to test my luck and ask again. "Where are you taking me?" I mused.

"You'll see," he whispered.

"I just don't understand. Why the suspense? Are we meeting someone?"

"Possibly," he confessed with a laugh.

"Possibly?" I retorted. "Alright, I've got a different question."

"Of course you do," he teased.

I ignored that comment completely. "What was going on with you in the airplane?"

"I'm sorry about that. I was - angry."

"Angry? With whom?"

"Scott, mostly," Edward answered as the elevator doors opened. After we'd walked in, he added, "And my father," before pressing the button for the basement. "This is going to sound rude, and please don't take it the wrong way. But - do me a favor. For the next hour, try to say as little as possible."

"Excuse me?" Was he really expecting me to play the silent woman behind the gentleman tonight? Was he delusional? That was one role I'd never fill - for anyone.

"I asked you not to take it the wrong way. Listen, we've got dirty laundry to wash - you understand? And it's best if you just - don't implicate yourself," he explained with a half-hearted smile.

What?

That sounded incredibly too ominous for my liking.

I was tempted to say something about it.

But, he told me to shut up, and he meant with the best regards, if that was even possible. So, I tried my damnedest to keep quiet, to keep still, but I had to know what was going on. It was hardly five seconds before I looked back over to him and smiled. "One more?" I whispered.

He shook his head and sighed. "If you must."

"How, exactly, are you supposed to take care of Eleazar?" I muttered.

"You'll see," he murmured.

"I'll see? You keep saying that - I'll see. What the hell am I gonna see?"

"Bella -" he started, grunting like he was suddenly frustrated and uncomfortable with this conversation.

But I insisted none the less. "You said no more secrets. If we're in this together, then we need to be on the same page."

His face tightened and his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose. "Where do you think we're headed?"