Page 52 of Healer's Call

“Okay. We’ll leave at ten.”

I blink. “What?”

“We’ll leave at ten,” she repeats.

“To do what?”

She gives me an exasperated look. “To follow him.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Rose, seriously. If you want to know where he’s going, who he’s with, then we need to follow him.”

“We can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“They have security.”

Ava rolls her eyes. “We’re not prisoners here, Rose. We can come and go. We’ll just tell the guard on duty that we’re going out clubbing.”

“Clubbing?” I repeat dumbly.

“Would you rather we tell them the truth? That we’re following Maverick?”

“No,” I say quickly.

“Okay. We’ll leave before ten so we can be waiting for him and then follow him wherever he goes.”

“How are we going to follow him without him knowing?”

“You leave that to me,” she says, patting my leg.

I give her a wary look. “I take it you’ve done this before.”

She gives me a rare grin. “I used to follow my younger brother to make sure he stayed out of trouble.” I don’t say anything because that’s the first time she’s ever given me any information about her past. As if she catches herself, she stands to her feet. “Be ready at nine-thirty.”

“What do we wear?” I ask.

She thinks about that for a moment. “I guess black. If we’re going to be sneaking into someone’s house or onto their property, we’re going to need to wear black.”

“We’re going to sneak into someone’s house?” I ask, eyes wide. I’m suddenly rethinking this whole thing. “I don’t think this is a good—”

“Do you want to know if Maverick is cheating on you or not?”

“It’s not cheating if we’re not together,” I mutter. She gives me a look. “Okay. Fine. Yes.”

“Nine-thirty. Wear all black.”

“And a ski mask?” I throw out sarcastically.

She gives me an unimpressed look. “Make sure your phone is charged, and maybe take a nap so you’re not...” she motions up and down. “Like that.” She leaves, and I wonder just what I’ve gotten myself into.

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At nine-thirty on the dot, Ava knocks on my door. I open it and stare at her. “You look like that crazy girl from that one weird movie.”

“Boy, that narrows it down.” She walks past me. “Got your phone?”

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