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Chapter 8
Later That Same Day – Telluride, CO
The four hour drive flew by compared to the one last night. Conversation flowed easily between Rogue and Remy the same way it had over the previous two weeks. The tension from the night before had disappeared as if it never existed. The natural pauses between topics were filled with comfortable, companionable silence. They even fell back into teasing each other as they picked up a set of regular clothes at a local country store.
The car had a bench seat in the front, so Rogue cuddled up next to Remy in an effort to erase the memory of being abandoned. He didn't seem to have a problem with it and actually tucked her under his arm for part of the drive. The scene was eerily reminiscent of high school sweethearts, but she relished in his attentions anyway.
When they finally turned off on a dirt road, it was another half hour before they made it up to the cabin. Based on the wilderness surrounding them, Rogue was suddenly grateful it hadn't snowed. If winter had come early, there was no way they'd have gotten through without a snow plow.
As they pulled into the drive way, the one story log cabin that met them was not at all what she had been expecting. The quaint villa had several floor to ceiling windows to take in the gorgeous mountain views. There was a green tin roof that no doubt created a romantic atmosphere while cuddled up in bed during a rain storm. The architecture itself had a unique octagonal flare on one end. But overall it was small, simple, cozy compared to what she knew of Remy's style. A contradiction, just like him.
"It was a gift." He seemed to have read her mind.
"Of course it was." Rogue rolled her eyes at him. "Do ya ever get anythin' the good old fashioned, honest way?" Her sass was playful.
"Compared t' what I was originally offered, this was de honest way. Or at least more honorable." He looked up at the cabin with a faraway look.
"Do Ah wannna know?" Her teasing was jovial, but she was truly hesitant to hear what he had to say.
Still gazing up at the structure, he answered. "Had a job wit' a man that couldn't afford my fee when it came time t' pay. He offered his wife in exchange for monetary payment. I did the only thing there was t' do."
"What was that?" Rogue suddenly felt sick. He wasn't admitting he slept with another man's wife, was he? Maybe she didn't want to hear the end of this story.
Finally breaking his eyes away from the cabin, he turned to her with an impish gleam in his eye. "I accepted his offer an' when I met his wife, told her everythin'. Turns out she had all de money and was lookin' t' get out of her mistake of a marriage. When their divorce was finalized, she gave this t' me as a thank y'. Apparently, it was his favorite." His wicked grin told her he'd taken pleasure in his role in the ordeal.
One thing still floated in her mind, but she bit her lip to stop from asking. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. But at the same time, she was kind of jealous thinking about him and another woman. Rogue knew there'd been plenty before her, but he was with her now. And ghosts from his past should stay nameless, faceless, and unmentioned.
"An' no I didn't sleep wit' her, even after her divorce. I may be a thief, a liar, and a swindler. But I'm not an adulterer." All traces of joking were gone from his face.
He was completely serious. Fidelity was important to him. In a subtle way, he was also promising he wouldn't go after any other woman so long as he was with her. It was one of the only honorable traits he could completely commit to since so much of his life was morally questionable. The air crackled with tension between them as he waited for her to acknowledge what he'd just said.
"Okay." She simply agreed.
What more was there to say? It wasn't in her nature to be disloyal and if he was willing to at least temporarily commit to her, why couldn't she give him the same assurance?
With the matter settled, the easy smile brightened his face again. "C'mon, chérie. Lemme show y' around. There's a spot in de master bedroom I know yo' gon' love."
He winked at her and hopped out of the car. Rogue just shook her head at his antics and followed.
As she walked up the stairs, Remy was keying in a security code to open the door. Before she could move forward to walk in, he held up his hand.
"Y' wouldn't mind if I carried y' over de threshold, would y', petite?" His serious expression leant credence to his request.
Rogue gave him a skeptical look. It was odd that he would want to do something like that, but she wasn't about to deny him.
"Um, no. No, Ah wouldn't mind." She haltingly agreed.
"Bon." His devilish grin told her she'd just fallen into his trap.
Instead of sweeping her up bridal style like she imagined, Remy bent over to grab her legs and hoisted her over his shoulder. Her face was up against his back, her rear high in the air. She couldn't help the giggles that came out, laughing as he sauntered through the house like a caveman with his prize. The view was a perk though as she watched his ass flex with every step.
When he was only a foot away from the bed, he tossed her down on the fluffy mattress. Rogue bounced a few times, still giggling, before she was able to lay back and catch her breath. Remy's eyes devoured her. The laughter died in her throat as she rose up on her elbows, crooking her finger to invite him over.
Obliging her request, Remy peeled his shirt over his head. He placed all his weight on one knee as he lifted the other up to straddle her calves. With deliberate grace, he prowled over her body the same way a jungle cat hunted. She laid back for him as his willing prey.
The physical and emotional separation from the previous night left her desperately craving him. Rogue could no longer deny herself. Somewhere in the last three weeks, she'd fallen hard for the Cajun. It may not be love, but it was now much more than just lust. Even though his actions last night proved he wouldn't up and leave when things got rough, Rogue couldn't shake the feeling that he'd be out the door as soon as her mutation returned. So she dove head first into what he was offering.
As he settled over her body, she smoothed her hands over his sides and back. His fingers breezed across her face before threading through her hair. His lips brushed agaisnt hers in a sweet, slow open kiss, the tips of their tongues teasing each other. The heavy weight of his body pressed his hardness against her soft lower belly. With his legs still on either side of hers, she was limited in the amount of friction she could get from him.
Untangling one hand from her hair, Remy grazed the side of her neck before coming to land fully on her breast. She greedily arched her back into his grasp. Their kisses grew bolder, hungrier as they devoured each other.
Rogue unabashedly moaned her pleasure as he trailed from her lips to her neck. Her fingers explored every rise and dip of his well-toned frame. Breaking the contact for a mere second, he lifted her up to tear her shirt over her head. She immediately went after his belt buckle, but he pulled away with a chuckle.
"Tickles, chère." His laugh made her smile.
"Sorry." Rogue smarted, completely unapologetic as she resumed unbuckling his belt.
"I can tell." He stayed still even though her fingers brushed against the same sensitive spot again.
Free from the leather belt, she delved one hand into his jeans as the other popped open the button fly. She'd grown more brazen since being with him. The smooth feel of his head in the palm of her hand made her ache for him. Liquid fire pooled in her core. She sought out his mouth for another hungry kiss as he roughly jerked off her pants. His hips pulsed forward as she gripped down his length.
Unable to wait any further, Remy pulled away from her to quickly step out of his jeans and boxers. Watching him strip left her momentarily frozen in place. She didn't think she'd ever get enough of seeing him naked and ready for her.
As he tore off her panties, she quickly unclasped her bra. Before he could climb back on top of her, she placed both hands on his shoulders and roughly shoved him down on the bed. A mega-watt grin lit up his face as he surrendered to her aggression.
Rogue straddled him for a moment, teasing his tip by gently rubbing her moistened core against him. As she leaned forward, the tips of her breasts brushed against his smooth chest. The little shockwaves further tightened her nipples.
His eyes rolled back as his hands roughly gripped her hips. The force was almost bruising, but he was fighting the urge to drive her down onto his waiting arousal. Sex between them always involved a condom. It was cruel of her to tease him in such a way, but they both enjoyed the newly found danger of it.
His grip loosened once he was in control again. Able to break free from his hold, she slid down his body. Trailing kisses, she moved lower and lower. Her teeth flicked across his nipple; her lips caressed along his abs; her tongue dipped into the hollow of his navel.
The taught muscles of his lower abs created a perfect backdrop for his arousal. Her hands ghosted across the smooth skin before grasping the shaft. Emboldened, Rogue sucked his tip into her mouth.
Remy's groan only encouraged her further. She'd wanted to do this for a few days, but didn't feel confident enough to try. Now with his hardness pulsing against her tongue, she couldn't remember the shyness that held her back. As she bobbed down to take him further into her mouth, his hands laced in her hair.
The pressure on her head was light at first, guiding as she came back up before plunging back down. But as her pace increased and his hips rose up to meet her every dip, his force to keep her down and stay deep in her mouth became stronger.
Her hand covered the length she couldn't fit in her mouth. She felt him throb against her tight grasp. Going down once more, his tip slid down her throat a little. The feeling was foreign, but not unpleasant. In fact, it heightened her arousal. Her legs squeezed together in an attempt for relief. Sliding back down again, she tried to take more of him down her throat. Before she could get too much deeper, his hands pulled her back up and off of him completely.
"Feels too good, mon ange." Remy panted, trying to regain his composure.
While he took a few deep breaths, she drew patterns on his stomach. He dug around in the nightstand drawer for a condom and tried to roll on top of her. Seeing his intent, Rogue pushed him back down again and took the latex from him.
Slowly, she unfurled the barrier over his shaft. Remy dropped his head back with a groan after watching her expertly maneuver on him. Placing a knee on either side of his hips, she gradually took him in inch by inch.
Impatient for her to continue, Remy seized her hips and drove her down as he trust up. She laughed at his eagerness until a swivel of his hips hit that certain spot. Dropping her head back, Rogue completely gave over to his rhythm as she rode him with abandon. Their speed was fast, the thrusts short to keep him deep inside her.
She rocked down on him as he came up. His hands quickly abandoned their spot to fondle her bouncing breasts. Remy sat up to capture a hardened nub with his lips, his tongue swirling over the tip before switching over to the other nipple. His free hand glided over her back and landed on her rear, squeezing a handful of the toned flesh.
"Oh gawd, Rem!" She moaned, the pet name she'd given him naturally slipping out.
Coming close to the edge, she followed him as he laid back, her chest flush against his. The new position allowed him to pull out more fully before plunging back in. Their lips met as their thrusting grew more frenzied. Only a few seconds later, they both crashed over the precipice into sated bliss. Rogue lay on top of him, catching her breath before she rolled onto her back.
"So what…was this spot…Ah was just…gonna love?" Rogue breathlessly asked.
"Can't…y' tell?" Remy panted next to her, waving toward the window.
From the bed, there was the most breathtaking view of the snowcapped Rockies. That whole earlier image Rogue had about lying in bed during a storm suddenly got a lot better and she wished it would rain. Combined with the coziness of the cabin's interior, getting snowed in with Remy didn't seem like such a bad thing either.
Neither moved as they basked in the afterglow. Sweat made their skin sticky. After two days of nonstop travelling, Rogue wanted nothing more than to roll into Remy and fall asleep. But the tacky sensation from their exertion was quickly becoming uncomfortable.
"Ah'm gonna take a shower." She stated as she reluctantly crawled out of bed.
"Lemme join y', petite." Remy added, following after her with a wicked grin.
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After another round in the shower where Remy picked her up and pressed her into the wall, they finally managed to soap up and get out only after the water started to turn ice cold. Rogue dressed in a pair of yoga pants and one of Remy's silk dress shirts while he got a fire going in the octagonal shaped living room. Since the sun had set, the full moon cast a pale blue glow onto the pristine peaks. Wanting to take advantage of both the warmth and the view, Rogue sat with her back against the couch facing the floor to ceiling windows.
"Ah can understand why this was yer former employer's favorite place. Ah could easily get lost here without a care in the world, so long as the company was right." She winked at him as he finished stoking the fire.
Remy sauntered over to her, kneeling down to her level so he could leisurely steal kisses. "Mmm, but de weather? Too cold for this Cajun." He said as he nuzzled against her neck.
The affections were meant as nothing but sweet tenderness after their two impassioned couplings. Rogue returned the favor by gently running her fingernails across his scalp.
"That's true. Ah always hate that 'bout livin' in New York." She felt a miniscule pause in his ministrations.
If she hadn't gotten to know him so intimately in the past few weeks, she might not have even noticed. She quickly reviewed what she'd said in her head and realized she'd confirmed where she lived. She'd managed to easily dodge that question yesterday, but her slip up pretty much told him that she was at least staying at the Institute, if not full out admitting she was an X-Man. The joke would be on him though if he believed the latter.
She hadn't officially been on the team since she'd taken the Cure. Flying the Blackbird didn't really seem to count. Holding her breath, she waited for his reaction but he just planted one more kiss on her neck before standing up.
"Now that I've got a secure line, I got t' make some phone calls 'bout what happened in Vegas. It was too dangerous t' call from de road in case we were bein' followed. It won't take long an' then we can eat." Nothing in his tone implied he was doing anything other than what he said.
"Okay. Ah'll be fine out here." Rogue raised the hairbrush she'd brought out with her earlier. "Besides, Ah gotta work out the tangles." She waved it by her still damp hair.
Rogue watched as he walked out of the room and vaguely wondered if he cared that she'd withheld being associated with the X-Men. He didn't make a big deal about it, so she wouldn't either. Shrugging, she let it go with a sigh. Besides, there was no doubt that he was hiding things too. Their whole relationship was built on sex and omissions of truth.
Raising the brush to her hair, she only got in a few swipes before it became too tangled. She'd waited too late and it was in that moist state between sopping wet and mostly dry. Each consecutive attempt just painfully pulled on the already tangled mess. Rogue tried for a good ten minutes before getting frustrated and throwing the brush down with an irritated groan.
"Here, lemme help y' wit' that, chérie." She hadn't even notice Remy come back into the living room before he disappeared again.
A moment later he returned with a bright green bottle and sat down on the couch behind her, his legs on either side of her body. She heard him uncap the container and felt a fine spray mist over her head and shoulders like a halo. He dropped the bottle in her lap and wiggled his fingers for her to hand over the hair brush. As he began to slowly brush out the ends, she examined the formula more closely.
"Where'd ya get kids' detangler?" She hesitantly asked.
Did he have kids? She hadn't thought about him being a family man before now. Instead of seeing an image of him as a loving, doting father, the idea terrified her that she'd gotten involved with a man who had baggage. His earlier talk about not being a cheater meant he wasn't married. But was he divorced? Or had he become involved with a woman and refused to marry her? Somehow the latter didn't seem like behavior of the man she knew. Then again, she honestly knew very little about him.
"There's a lady that looks after de cabin for me. Once a month, Mary spends a weekend up here wit' her eight year old daughter. Emily cries just as much as y' do when she tries t' comb her wet hair too." He answered as his strokes grew longer.
"Hey, Ah wasn't cryin'!" Rogue indignantly answered, but his only response was a chuckle.
His story about Mary and Emily hardly set her at ease. All it meant was that the kid's stuff in the cabin belonged to the caretaker. He didn't do anything to alleviate her new concerns, but his fingers massaging her scalp made her temporarily forget.
Each time he picked up another strand of hair to brush through, Rogue leaned into his relaxing touch. The only sound between them was the steady pass of the brush through her now smooth hair. Her eyes closed in complete repose.
"Did ya get a hold of whoever ya called?" Rogue sighed in pleasure from his attentions. It wasn't often a man would be thoughtful enough to offer such a simple service.
"Oui et non. Mon ami is lookin' after de penthouse, but mon frère said he'd have t' call back." Remy continued even after her hair was tangle free. The heat from the fire was drying it.
"What are we havin' for dinner?" She changed the subject. They'd bought supplies when they picked up clothes earlier, but they'd picked a wide variety of food.
"I was thinkin' de ham an' some old fashioned oven fries, non?" He answered. It was a good, country comfort food kind of meal and would be perfect after the last few stressful days.
With all the tangles out and the strands softly dried, Remy put the brush down to instead run his fingers through her smoothed tresses. He couldn't stop touching her. His fingers tingled with the tactile confirmation that this woman he'd immediately been attracted to was still with him. His initial lust had subtly been replaced with a stronger connection to her and he didn't want to give her up any time soon. He wasn't a stranger to long term relationships. But he wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that type of commitment with her yet.
"Sounds good." Rogue absently responded.
Her eyes remained closed as she relished in his ministrations, her head resting in his lap with her now shorter hair spread out around them. The ringing phone suddenly interrupted the peace and Remy quickly but gently jumped up from the couch.
"That's prob'ly mon frère." He said as he jogged into the other room.
Taking a deep breath, Rogue begrudgingly rose to her feet and headed toward the kitchen. Before she could start on their meal, a star shot across the sky in the picture window. As she stepped closer to the glass, another one blazed a fiery path. Vague memories triggered her Astronomy lessons with the Professor during her last year before graduation. The Leonid meteor shower was around this time of year. Stepping outside, she gazed up in the hopes of a better view.
"Pretty, isn't it?" An unfamiliar voice came from the shadows. Rogue spun around to see who it was.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she tensed her muscles for defense. A dark haired man with scruffy sideburns like Logan's stepped out of the darkness. His canines were elongated and sharpened into fangs. A sneering grin belied the ruthless cunning shining in his eyes.
"What'sa matter, sweet cheeks? Don't remember me?" He kept moving closer but halted when Rogue threw her hands up in a battle stance.
"Should Ah?" All the years of Logan's training had her instincts screaming to defend herself against this predator.
"Aww, now is that any way to treat an old friend? Oh, that's right. I forgot I looked a lot different last time you and Jimmy saw me." When Rogue failed to recognize him, he continued on. "How do you think ol' Buckethead knew his machine would work without testing it first? You weren't the only one to get a bad deal out of that plan. Instead of enhancing my mutation, it devolved me into that dumb, hulking beast."
"Sabretooth!?" The name ghosted past her lips.
"Bravo." He applauded.
She suddenly couldn't find her breath. Panic tried to creep into her mind, but she forced it down to stay clear and focused for the fight ahead.
"What d'ya want?" She asked.
"Right to the chase. I like that." He circled around her left side to stand at the deck railing and look up at the sky.
Rogue pivoted to keep him in front of her, hands still poised for defense. A fleeting thought to call out for Remy ran through her mind, but she didn't think he'd hear her out here. And for right now, Sabretooth wasn't attacking her.
Another meteor shot across the sky before he finally answered her. "My new employer helped reverse Magneto's experimentation. Combined with amnesty from the criminal detainment program, I've generously offered my services in assisting the Marauders with the capture of certain misguided vigilantes." He slowly turned around to face her. "I even have the perk of using my own…personal methods to achieve that goal." His devil's smile turned even more malicious. A sadistic sparkle glinted in his eye.
"Ya mean the X-Men. There's no way ya can get them by yerself. Logan alone-" Her bravado was quickly knocked down as he interrupted.
"-Doesn't stand a chance against me now. Jimmy never could keep up." He smugly bragged, stalking toward her. "And I've got an old score to settle with my dear, little brother."
Rogue gasped at his revelation. Logan and Sabretooth were brothers? Having seen his memories, she knew Logan had no recollection of any family. She had to let him and the other X-Men know right away. And that meant getting away from Sabretooth. Before she could come up with a plan of action, he'd backed her into a corner.
Towering over her, he leaned right into her face. "You see, he took something away from me. Something I wanted more than anything in the world. So I do my best to return the favor." Sabretooth pounded a hand up against the cabin, effectively trapping her between it and the wall. "He knows the rules. Whatever he cares for the most, I'll always destroy. And right now, that's you."
Rogue knew she didn't stand a chance against Sabretooth, powerless in this position. With no other course of action, she hoped her wild card might throw him off enough to give her an opening.
"Ah took the Cure! Ah'm not a mutant." She blurted out.
"Good." Quick as lightning, his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat with crushing force. "I won't have to worry about that pesky skin of yours when I kill you."
Instinctively, her hands flew up in an attempt to pry his away, but he was too strong. Even though his death grip was solid, the pressure wasn't forceful enough to break her neck. As she gasped for air, Rogue realized he was slowly squeezing the life out of her so he could prolong the moment. The mad flare in his eyes revealed the pleasure he got from killing. Her struggles only made it that much sweeter for him.
Just as her eyes rolled back and her world grew dark, a bright magenta-red explosion flashed into her field of vision. It gave her the strength to fight just a few seconds longer. Another volley from Remy forced Sabretooth to abandon his hold on Rogue and defend against the newest threat.
"Couldn't wait your turn, huh Gambit? I got special orders to bring you back in one piece." Sabretooth threatened.
He pounced forward, but Remy easily rolled back with the momentum and kicked him through one of the windows. The cabin's alarm system blared loudly.
"Thought y' learned last time that I ain't gon' down by de likes of y' again." Remy answered.
He stepped through the shattered frame, ready to hit Sabretooth with another blow. But before he could launch his offense, the bigger mutant slammed into him with the force of a charging rhino.
Rogue snapped into action when she saw Remy get hit. She maybe didn't have her mutation, but that didn't mean she couldn't help in the fight. Sabretooth pinned Remy to the ground, one hand strangling while the other was raised to deliver a knockout blow. Rogue rushed forward, jumping on his back and grabbing his free hand.
"Chère, get away." Remy choked.
Her distraction afforded him the opportunity to charge the smelly coat the hulking brute wore. Before Rogue could jump clear, Sabretooth seized her with his sharpened claws and dug into the soft flesh of her back, flinging her across the deck.
"I'll deal with you as soon as I'm finished with Gumbo. We'll even have a little fun before I leave pieces of you for the Runt to find." Sabretooth growled as he tore off the charged clothing and tossed it into the cabin.
The subsequent explosion sent debris flying into the fireplace. The free floating embers landed on the cabin's wooden structure and quickly started a blaze. The flames headed right toward Rogue.
"Anna!" Remy screamed as he tried to run to her.
"Oh no you don't. We still have some unfinished business." Sabretooth growled.
He blocked any advance, but Remy was prepared for the attack. In a blind rage, the Cajun charged up everything he could get his hands on, including long jagged shards of the broken window. The rubble hit true to target, sticking clean through Sabretooth's chest before blowing up a second later. The blast sent the sadistic mutant flying into the engulfing flames. Satisfied the bastard wasn't getting up for at least a few minutes, Remy dashed to Rogue's side.
"Y' alright, chère?" Worry strained his voice.
He lifted her chin to check her eyes for the tell-tale signs of a concussion. Rogue shook away the daze. Sabretooth had knocked the wind out of her with that last stunt. Other than a burning sensation across her back, she felt okay.
"Yeah, Ah'm fine, Remy." She said flatly as she took his offered hand to stand up.
"Bon, because de overgrown chaton won't stay down for long. We got t' go now." Remy spoke in a rush.
He braced her as they sprinted around the exterior of the burning cabin. Fortunately, his keys and wallet were in his jeans but Rogue's purse was trapped inside. Even if there was a clear path to grab it, he didn't want to waste the head start. Helping her in the car, he ran around to the driver's side. After quickly turning the ignition, he accelerated through the gears to tear away from the scene.
"Hope yo' up for a li'l road trip, chère. 'Cause there's only one place I know for sure we'll be safe." He focused on the dirt road as he sped through the sharp curves.
"Where's that?" Rogue asked, bracing with each careening bend.
"N'awlins." Remy answered.
"No, we can't!" She cried in a panic. "Sabretooth said the Institute was next. Ah have ta get back and warn 'em!"
Her family was in danger and they were going to be completely blindsided. It may already be too late if the attack was coming as a force like Stryker's a few years ago. And here she was half a country away, unable to help them.
"Uh-uh, chérie. Y' can make a call when we stop. If they're next, we're stayin' far away. I ain't gon' back." He fervently promised, his eyes never leaving the road.
Rogue was confused by his last statement. She'd heard him say the same thing during the battle. It was one of those things that he'd kept secret from her. But now wasn't the time to press for an explanation.
"Please, Remy." Her voice was quiet, disheartened. "They're my family."
She was tired of all the half-truths she'd told him, tired of filtering her thoughts. He would either accept who she was or leave her behind. No matter which path he chose, she would be free to get word to Logan.
"Putain il!" He emphasized the curse by slamming his hand against the steering wheel.
All this time, he knew she was at least associated with the X-Men if not one herself. But to hear it confirmed left him raw, betrayed. He should have demanded answers from her sooner. If nothing else, he should have pressed Henri for more info. Even if the girl he'd initially met was a ghost, his family had access to too many resources not to be able to track down the woman sitting next to him.
There was a reason he'd stayed away from Xavier's. Hell, the man himself had tried to recruit him at Three Mile Island. But he wasn't a team player. His whole life he'd only had to look out for himself. And he enjoyed his independence too much to commit to someone else's futile dream. Humans and mutants weren't ever going to live in peace. His own experience with the issue was more than enough proof.
Now the woman he'd come to care for was telling him she was a part of that whole mess. And no doubt she thought he would willingly follow her back to be part of the team. Regardless of what fragile stirrings he felt for her, there was no way he was going to play babysitter to a bunch of out of control teenagers. It was best to part ways now. He'd leave her at the next town they ran across.
Except that Sabretooth was no doubt hot on their trails, especially if there was money involved for capturing Remy not to mention his bloodlust for revenge. Dropping her off at the next opportunity would only leave her exposed. And even though she did have some good fighting skills, she stood no chance for survival. He may be out for himself, but he wasn't the type to leave someone else for bait so he could escape.
They'd have to get far enough away that the search radius would take days for Sabretooth to figure out their route. It also meant he couldn't head to New Orleans since that would be too obvious. And putting her on the next plane to New York wouldn't work either. She was on the Sentinel hot list, which would be linked with the Transportation Security Administration restricted passenger list. That left only one option.
He'd change their route to one of his family's safe houses. Then he'd let her call the X-Men and wait with her until they arrived. Once she was safely with them, he'd be free to get on with his life.
"Bien. Ma famille has a place in Chicago. It's far enough away t' throw de chaton off our trail and buy y' enough time for yo' 'famille' t' get y'." The venom of betrayal poisoned his voice. Even he winced at the overly acerbic tone.
The only response he received from her was a slight nod. From his peripheral vision, he saw her turn away from him. Her hand rested on her cheek, but it was a feeble attempt to cover the tears in her eyes. A chink cracked across his wounded heart.
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Putain il!– Damn It!
