Page 49 of Marked By Night

“Come on, let’s head out.” I nod and Kaos starts leading me over to his sports car. His eyes flicker over to Ash and he opens his mouth again, stopping us in our tracks. “The human needs to stay here. She’ll be safer away from our people.”

“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere without ‘the human’.” I air quote, jerking my hand out of his.

Ash smirks, giving Kaos a look likewhat can you do?

Kaos runs his fingers through the black tuft of hair on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, Sadie, but we can’t allow her to come with us. Our community is very secretive. The fact that she knows what she does now is not going to go over well.”

“Respectfully, fuck your community. I’m not going to leave her here to deal with the aftermath that yourworld has caused by herself.” I turn on my heel and stalk toward my car, forgetting the handle is broken until I reach down, yanking on it only to fly back when the handle snaps.

Damn door ruining my dramatic exit.

“You couldn’t work for me this one time?” I whisper-scold my car and shake my index finger at it, probably looking like a crazy person.

When I slowly turn back around, I find Dante smirking at me. Amusement dances in his hellfire eyes. Kaos also looks quite entertained with one corner of his lips turned up and an eyebrow quirked. Hmph. Assholes.

“Damn, that pesky door gets you every time doesn’t it, babe?” Ash jokes.

So much for friend solidarity or whatever. I shrug, leaning against the car like I meant to do that. Fake it til you make it, right?

“What I said stands. Either Ashley comes with us or I leave. We’re a package deal. There’s no negotiating.”

Dante and Kaos stare at each other for a few seconds before Dante shakes his head. “I’ll take the fall for it,” he offers, making my heart swell with pride.

Reluctantly, Kaos agrees with a sigh. “For my mate, I’d do anything. Even break every damn rule that’s in place.”

Ash grabs me and throws me into a hug. “Thanks, babe. Love you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You already know where I go, you go. That’s how it’s always been. I’d never leave you, although I feel like we need to chat about our conversation before the concert and your go-bag.” I squeeze her tightly before backing away to give her a look.

She nods, her eyes downcast. “Not here, though,” she says, looking over at Dante and Kaos. My curiosity piques. What the hell is my best friend hiding?

Kaos opens the passenger side door of the—holy fuck, it’s a Maserati.

Did I have a cargasm? I think I had a cargasm.

“How will all of us fit in this tiny thing?” I ask. Considering the fact, it doesn’t seem to have much—if any—of a backseat. It’s going to be cramped as hell. That’s the crappy thing about luxury vehicles. They’re not built with practicality in mind.

“Elian is almost here with the Wrangler,” Kaos responds.

Ahh, I was wondering what happened to their fancy Jeep.

“Speak of the devil,” Dante mutters as someone comes barreling down the residential street on two wheels and maneuvers into the space on the other side of us.

Elian rolls down the window. “Move your asses. They’re hot on our trail.” He motions for us to climb in the back and I shake my head. Nope, there is no way I am getting in the Jeep with him. I’d rather saw my arm off.

Well, maybe not, but you get the idea.

“Hey Ash, would you be a doll and take one for the team?” I snatch Kaos’s hand and drag him over to the Maserati without waiting for her answer. Dante barks out a laugh before sliding into the front seat of the Jeep.

Ash fake gasps, but climbs in anyway. “I can’t believe you’d do me that way, Sadie!” she calls out before shutting her door.

Elian peels out of the parking lot seconds later and my hands clench into fists at my side as I resist the urge to yell at him. He can’t hear me anyway.

A low whistle leaves my lips as I sink into the leather seat and admire the inside of Kaos’s Maserati. She’s a beauty, that’s for damn sure. The seats are all black with genuine leather, giving them the manly leather scent Kaos faintly smells like. Guess I know where it comes from now.

The engine roars to life with a vicious rumble. Yep, there’s that cargasm.

“Nice car you’ve got, Steel.” I quip, using his nickname.

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