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“That’s how you see it?”
“It is.” He nods.
“That I’d kill you to save her.”
My father smirks. “And I’d kill you to save your mother.” He gives me a shoulder squeeze. "But she’d kill me right after, so I suppose you're safe.” With that, he leaves the library.
“Is everything okay?” my brother asks, stepping into the library. Z is right behind him.
“I don’t know.” My father's words linger in my mind; he’s not wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
TOVA
“You always make me be the decoy,” Cosima huffs.
“I let you pick out our outfits, and I’m wearing pink! And there is a bow in my hair. I didn’t know they even had accessories,” Marks snaps back, like she gave over a kidney because she has to wear pink.
“You look adorable.” Cosima says it like an accusation. “You should be thanking me.”
“You know people die by friendly fire,” Marks informs her.
"Are you threatening me?" I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh. The two of them together can be comedic gold. I’m loving that they are getting along—well, in their own way.
"I'm only stating facts."
"I'll have you know I was the best archer in my class."
"Archer?" Marks and I say at the same time.
"I got mad skills with a bow. What can I say?" Cosima shrugs.
"It's not that; it's that we didn't know there was archery in school," Marks mutters.
"Fancy private school. You know, the type we don’t know anything about,” I tell her.
"That's right. Switzerland."
Cosima asks, "How did you know?" Marks tends to know a lot of things. That better be something she learned while digging into my life when she was worried about me. We don't need a reason to put Warren's target back on Marks. Cosima switches her weapon in the middle of the game, only to be shot while in the process. "Freaking rude." She drops the controller.
"It wasn't me, I swear, but hold on." My eyes go to the screen to watch Marks shoot the person that shot Cosima before killing off the other two.
"We won!" Cosima claps. "I guess I do make great bait." I can’t help but burst into laughter.
Cosima and I have taken over the library. Warren even had a TV brought in so we could play with Marks. He was quick to make it happen, which surprised me with him not being a giant Marks fan, but Cosima let me know it was to stall our shopping day.
I had kind of forgotten about that. I must be used to just always being here. There are always things to do. Cosima, however, is going stir-crazy and is in no rush to return to Europe. I'm not in a hurry for her to go either. We have gotten close over the past few weeks, which is also how she and Marks started becoming friendly.
"Wait, how did you know about where I went to school?" Cosima playfully demands. She cocks her head, her brows pulling together. She has never looked more like a Marino than at this moment.
“You want the truth or you want me to make some stuff up?” Marks asks.
“This sounds juicy, and I’m here for it.” Cosima rubs her hands together.
“I just want to preface my actions by saying that I didn’t go looking for information because I was being nosy. I was worried about Tova.”
“So you were digging into my family.” Cosima glances over to me, that playfulness falling away again.
