Page 58 of Emperor of Wrath

My jaw drops. “ABOUT?!”

“A car.”

She flashes another sheepish smile as the steam curls out of my fucking ears.

“Whose fucking car?!”

That fucking sheepish grin comes out to play again, and my teeth grind.

“You’re fucking joking,” I hiss. “You stole a fucking car, with my sister, and drove to fucking Canada?!”

Annika winces. “I know it looks bad?—”

“NO. SHIT.”

She shivers as I roar.

“The plan wasn’t Canada, it was just?—”

She whimpers as I grab her jaw.

“Please,” I snarl quietly. “Don’t omit a single fun little detail.”

Annika shivers. “The cops were following us, and?—”

“Chasing,” I snap. “They were chasing you.”

“Okay, okay.” She looks away. “Yes, the cops were chasing us. But, it’s not like it’s my first time being chased by the?—”

“For my fucking sister it was.”

“Well,” Annika attempts a grin. “Thanks to me, she’s not in jail?”

“She was only in that mess to begin with thanks to you!” I roar. “CANADA?! Are you fucking serious?!”

“Well, once we were out of the city, there were State Troopers on the highway, and they started following?—”

“Chasing!”

“FINE!” she yells back. “They were chasing us too, and to get out of all of that, we went up I-87. We lost them—you’re welcome—but then realized we were only like two hours from the border.”

I stare at the woman to whom I’m about to commit my life in awe and terror.

She’s insane. She’s legitimately fucking insane.

“So you made the logical decision to go to fucking Montreal? What, were your drunk asses craving poutine?”

“Is…that a trick question?

My face turns crimson as she shrugs.

“I mean… It was my bachelorette party.”

I shake my head. “Whose idea was this?”

“Mine,” she blurts, just a bit too quickly.

I’ll find you in a fucking second, Hana.

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