adventure of his.
"Hey Mara… I need you to hit Costco before you head up here… yeah… okay, I need you to pick the biggest box of condoms they have. Must be Magnum Size."
My jaw dropped. Oh my. So, he has a back-up plan for when my pill supply runs out. Evidently, Mara's jaw dropped too, but she got collected faster than I. Could hear her yelling at him. Screaming. Cursing the skies that bore witness to his existence, even. She was pissed .
"You fucking fucked her? How could you fucking do that? You want to die, little man? I will fucking scorch the earth if you cost me Aisha, you motherfucker. Oh, wait, she never had kids. You're a fucker, Tyb, a goddamn fucker!"
"Calm down, Mara. It's not like that..." She stopped with the bellowing and now I could only hear his side of the conversation. "It's cool, sis. Just take it down a notch, okay? What?... No joke? What does the intel say? Can we move in? … Shit. That long? So what do we do until then? …. Okay. As you say, Mara. Gonna send you a text with some instructions. You have the connections to make it happen…. Okay, thanks. Much appreciated. But I'm serious. Get a lot of condoms if it's going to be that long. I'm going to need them." He hung up with a bemused expression. "She's good at dropping bombshells. She found Aisha." Before setting his cell phone down, he whipped out the text to his sister.
"Her twin? Where is she?"
Tyb turned to me and asked, "What do you know of Isle of Twilight?"
"Never heard of it."
"It's an island your husband owns. Has a laboratory of his. Aisha is there."
My jaw dropped. Christos owns an island and never told me about it? Shows how much he trusted me. That, and he had to tag me like a wild beast to keep tabs.
"Can she be freed?"
"In theory, but it'll take years of maneuvering. It's not a tropical island. It's in the Arctic Circle. The Russians tested the world's largest nuclear bomb near there. Security is tight."
"So we wait until preps have been made?"
"Pretty much." He sounded dejected.
"Hey, at least you know where she is, right? That's a huge improvement over not knowing where. Will you tell your parents?"
"No. They disowned Aisha when she began subbing for Haytham. They did their research on him, decided that if Aisha wasn't good enough to date, she wasn't good enough to play with. Little sis didn't agree. It's my fault, though. Her running off with him."
"How could it be your fault? You were up here. Can't picture you telling her to run into his abusive arms."
"Aisha has always been special. She's gifted artistically. She's temperamental, always has been. She and Mara are alike but completely different. I was the only one in the family who could talk Aisha down and then I disappeared. She'd come up during the summers and help me build this house, but then she ran right into the arms of the fucker who ran me off the road, when she came of age." Bitterness ate at Tyb, filled his voice with a mixture of admiration for his sister and hatred for Christos.
"You don't know that you disappearing is directly to blame. You aren't responsible for any one's actions other than your own."
"That may be, but family is family ."
"What if Aisha doesn't want to come back?"
Tyb looked taken aback at such a thought. "Why would she want to stay?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just throwing that out as a thought."
"She'll come home." Total conviction echoed in Tyb's expression.
"So when will Mara be up?"
"She'll be a day early. Day after tomorrow."
"I can't believe you asked her to buy condoms."
"Well, when she sees the reality of the situation, she'll agree with me. She doesn't like it though. My involvement with you jeopardizes, in her view at least, the ability to taunt Haytham with you. She'd love to use you as bait."
Okay, wow. Did not like the thought of Zamara using me as bait to get Christos. I can totally understand her reasoning, but yeah, don't like it. "Use me as bait?" Please let that mean
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