Page 9 of Controlled Chaos

I turned back to Dakota and sighed. If I were in her shoes, I’d do the same thing, if not worse. I’d kidnap her and make her comply.

“Let me think about it,” I offered.

“He leaves in the morning,” she called out as I sat and Henry dumped the blankets on me, covering my body.

The cart was moving, and I let out a long sigh. Losing my visions and sight wasn’t a good thing. Even contemplating helping Porter should have been further from my mind. But if Dakota was right and Porter wasn’t my catalyst, Carlos was looking more like the trigger man behind my demise. Maybe I could help if the offer was just right.

Tit for tat.

The cart jostled, and Henry whispered through the layers. “We’ll be off property in five minutes. Just sit tight.”

I hadn’t thought I’d need Henry when I rented my room two weeks ago. I didn’t see any scenario where it called for me needing to sneak out. Still, it was like I was naked when I didn’t have backup plans in place. Thank God my brother Walker’s training had kicked in. It still unnerved me to know how close Carlos had gotten. I racked my brain trying to figure out what breadcrumbs I’d dropped that he’d found.

Maybe I was losing my touch.

Maybe that was the real reason behind my death.

“You can climb out now.” Henry’s low voice was muffled by the heavy blankets.

I tossed the stuff off of me and climbed out, grabbing my bag.

“I feel like a spy,” Henry said as I inched up in the van staying perched behind his seat and still out of view. I watched the road in front of us as he began to drive. “So, who are you running from?”

“My past,” was the only answer I gave him.

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