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Chapter Eight: Reunited

(Kurtis' POV)

I would have usually been pleased to see the silhouette of someone in the doorway of a prison cell. Ha. Not anymore. I saw Karel slouching casually in the doorway, and he had someone with him.
"This is not over, Trent." He growled. He pulled forward the woman shoved her in as well. He slammed the door shut again. She fell to her knees in front of me, and I saw the scarred face of Lara in front of mine.
"Great. I get beaten like Hell then get stuck in a cell with you. Cheers mate." I looked upwards, smiling sarcastically.
"This isn't a time for jokes, Kurtis." Lara seemed to be rushing her words.
"No, it ain't. Sorry." I apologized, holding my hands up in defence.
"What happened to you?" Lara ran a finger down my cheek. "They happened, Lara," I rested my chin on my palm. "Had a few punches, a few kicks, been knocked out about 4 times, been looked at down a barrel of a gun…" I smiled half-heartedly. "So you told 'em?"
"I'm sorry." Lara tucked her knees into her chest, her legs shining from the wet floor.
"Yeah. Well, how we gonna get outta here?" I sighed.
"I don't know!" Lara exclaimed, obviously annoyed that she had no plan. "But, I think we're safe for tonight. Can't we just…. Sleep?" She looked at me.
"That's boring!" I exclaimed.
"I don't care." Lara yawned.
Unlike her, I thought.

(Lara's POV)

I really wasn't in the mood for a break-out tonight. I knew they had guards surrounding this place, and I had no intention of fighting them. There were too many. Kurtis had no idea, though. His deep blue eyes were still full of hopefulness. Even in this dim light, I could still see all of his distinguishing features. He had thrown his shirt on the floor as well, so that revealed even more of the torture he'd gone through. I spent a long minute just looking at him. His hair had grown slightly longer since the battle in Prague. His bangs hung in his sapphire pools, and I realised how I'd never noticed the odd shade they were. A long scar was visible just below his eyebrow, and it went down to about mid-eye's length. I wonder how he got it. Fresh cuts marked his handsome face, and some had trickles of blood round them. His temple had a dark bruise. His torso had deep wounds running across, and I saw the scar he'd shown me, after Boaz had stabbed him. I suddenly had the urge to just hug him. And never let go. I must be seriously tired.

"Please stop thinking, Lara." Kurtis broke the silence.
"Why?"
"I can hear everything you're saying in your mind."
"Anything else I should know about you?" I sighed. My cheeks were burning. He had heard everything I'd ever thought in his presence?
"I lost my gun! And my Chirugai." He stuck his bottom lip out.
"Same. Can't you just… blow the lock off with your amazing powers?" I suggested.
"Nope. If you haven't noticed, I am mortally wounded." He is so dramatic.
I laughed despite it all and came and sat beside him. I leant my head on his shoulder and felt his warmth comforting.
"I will get us out of this death pit." Kurtis quietly promised.
"Stop being such a hero." I murmured in reply. I innocently observed the green mould creeping up, making the walls shiny in the moonlight. The cell smelt damp and the old mattress on the floor in the opposite corner was almost completely disintegrated. I sighed and curled up into Kurtis' body, resting my knees on his thigh.
"Just sleep, Lara." Kurtis kissed me gently, stroking my bare arms. How he had not frozen already without a top on baffled me. I was freezing.
"Goodnight, Trent." I closed my eyes as he pulled me onto his lap.
"G'night, Croft."