"I don't agree with this." Holding Dexter's hand, I laid my head on his chest, making my upset clear. "I'm selfish. I don't want you to risk your life."
He rubbed my head and laughed. "Alright, anything you say."
I let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, he still listened to me.
"Mom, they locked the door from both sides." Ashton ran back over.
Then, he reached for our hands before continuing, "That passageway isn't locked, though." He pointed toward the vent in the corner.
Dexter and I exchange glances.
So many of us were stuck on the deck right now. Violette was still recovering from her injuries, and Xandra was just a feeble celebrity. Maverick wasn't really adept in self-defense, and that son of the Sacco family was nothing but a burden.
