The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Callie's POV.

'How do you think it's going' Ben asks from the car, and I groan in frustration.

'Shut up idiot, I can't lip—read when you distract me,' I reply, squinting to try and focus on everyone's mouths, but they're moving so quickly.

'Okay, I think that was How can you say you love her, but you've put her in danger,' I announce, happy that I've managed to translate something.

'Do you think he needs help I feel bad about us sending him into the lion's den on his own,' Ben mutters next to me and I glare at him.

'I told you to shut up, I'm missing it!' I complain, as I turn back, I see Lexi's dad has Rixon pressed against the wall.

'Okay, get out, we're helping him,' I say quickly, opening the car door and jumping out.

'Hey! Get your hands off of him!' I shout, Lexi's parents turn to face us, worry and anger on their faces.

'How could he endanger our daughter like this What if they hurt her' Her mum yells as her dad tightens his grip on Rixon's t—shirt.

'They won't hurt her, she's too valuable to them, they need her for leverage,' Ben explains, but it does little to reassure them.

'This isn't Rixon's fault, it's mine, the person that took Lexi is looking for revenge, Rixon killed his son when he attacked me,' I explain, and they look at me confused.

'Can we please come inside Let us explain properly, and then we will come up with a plan to get Lexi back,' I suggest, especially because we're all shivering outside, the temperature has dropped dramatically. After a moment's hesitation, her parents reluctantly let us inside their house.

Rixon explains the situation as best he can, they don't make it easy for him, interrupting and insulting him whenever possible, but it's understandable they're upset.

'We know where she is, but it's obviously a trap, we need to come up with a plan, so we have an edge,' I tell them.

Lexi's dad leaves to inform his head guard, hoping they could give some insight on strategies and advantages. Ben tries to comfort Rixon, who is becoming irater and more worried with every minute passing. I glance out of the window, at the thick grey clouds gathering above.

Ben turns on the TV to try and distract us, and my eyes land on the weather forecast.

I frown as I watch the weather girl gesture and point at the screen behind her. An idea comes to me, and I scan over the images on the screen.

Fog warning Heavy rain to form fog in the early hours of the morning tomorrow.

'Guys,' I call, trying to get the attention of Ben and Rixon as they heatedly discuss our next move, 'Look at the weather!' I point at the screen and they both follow my gaze.

'So It's going to be foggy tomorrow,' Ben asks, looking at me like I'm being weird.