Page 139 of Filthy Liar

“Zavier?” I asked weakly, my legs like jelly as I made my way to the back of the car, finding no one there.

Nausea swam through me as I looked around at the carnage, seeing a few other bodies, but none were Zavier.

He was gone.

A sob tore out of me as I dropped to the ground, my hands shaking so much I almost cut myself with the damn knife. I didn’t dare let it go, what if they came back?

I must have zoned out because the next thing I knew, tires spun as a bunch of vans pulled in, my fear spiking for all of two seconds before Ander bailed out of one and ran towards me, not caring about the mess as he dropped to his knees and hauled me against his chest.

“Are you hurt?” he demanded, leaning back to take my face in his hands when I just kept shaking. “Bluebird, talk to me. You’re okay, you’re safe. Were you shot?”

I shook my head, but his hands dropped to run over my body anyway.

“They took him,” I croaked out, not wanting them to waste time on me when Zavier was the one in trouble.

His hands paused their exploration, his eyes shifting to mine again. “They took him?”

“Zavier. He’s gone. They must have taken him,” I forced out, hearing sirens wailing close by. “I’m going to prison. I killed?—”

“Stop talking,” he ordered, grabbing my chin firmly when I went to repeat myself. “Raven, don’t say a word. Do you understand?”

“They’ll find out. I’m covered in blood.”

He glanced down, seeing the knife. “Put the knife on the ground and kick it away. You need a lawyer to prove it was self-defense, and anything you say right now could be turned against you. Show you’re not armed, and I’ll demand you get medical assistance and that it was an attempted kidnapping, okay? Trust me to talk for you. You’re in shock, and if you just start babbling about killing a guy, yes, you’re going to get your ass thrown in a cell. I need you to be a good girl for me and shut the fuck up.”

I nodded, relief filling his eyes as I tossed the knife aside, and I jerked back when something dropped into my lap. It was a blanket, and my eyes lifted to find Will looking down at me.

“Stay warm. Stone called Rory, she’s on the way.”

“Why did he call her?” I asked, a little dazed by the whole situation.

Zavier was missing, they’d taken him.

Were they going to kill him? Torture him?

“She’s got the most expensive lawyer,” he said with a straight face before walking off, and Ander quickly wrapped me in the blanket and sat beside me, hauling me onto his lap to wait for the cops to arrive.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

REID

“Why can’t I see her?” I bit out, glaring at the cop behind the front desk as she eyeballed me over the counter.

“She’s still being questioned. Take a seat, Mr. Barron.”

“She's a victim, and she needs a fucking hospital,” I growled out, frustrated when Riley snagged my elbow and tugged me back. “Don’t you?—”

“Shut the fuck up, Barron. Sit down before you get kicked out,” she said sharply, dragging me over to the chairs where Logan, Beckett, and Ander sat.

I felt better knowing Rory was in there with Raven and the fancy lawyer, but I still hated that it had been hours since Ander called to tell us Zavier and Raven had been attacked.

I was freaking out about Zavier, but I was just as freaked out about Raven. Considering Ander was covered in blood, despite him claiming none of it was Raven’s, I wouldn’t believe she was okay until I saw her with my own damn eyes.

They’d been attacked a little after nine this morning, and it was now almost five in the afternoon.

Logan instantly leaned on me, calming me slightly. I had to keep it together because if I didn't, who would?

Murder. Raven was hauled in here for fucking murder.

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