Page 182 of The Broken Note

I breathe in deeply and realize that he’s right. The more I’ve tried to run from my feelings, the greater they became.

I fell for Dutch Cross.

The ruthless, dark and twisted ruler of Redwood Prep.

Giving my heart to him scares me because it means losing myself to a power that’s bigger than I am. What if I lose my ability to see clearly? My ability to choose? My ability to fight?

Something clicks into place, like curtains being lifted and revealing the truth.

I can still fight, but it’ll be a fight for love.

I can still see, but those visions will include two people instead of one.

And I still have choice.

I can choose to love him despite my fears.

“Thank you, Hunter,” I say, squeezing his hand. Determinedly, I stalk out of the bathroom. “I need you to do me a favor.”

He remains in the doorway, his smile more broken than I’ve ever seen. “Anything.”

“Take me to the airport.”

CHAPTERFORTY-SIX

DUTCH

I don’t have any bags with me, so as soon as I’m off the plane and through with customs, I escape into the London fog.

Rain drips steadily over me.

I raise my arms above my head and try to flag down a taxi. My movements are urgent, but none of the damn cars will stop for me. Ridiculous.

I thought it would be easy to catch a cab outside of an airport.

Apparently, not when it’s raining.

Finally, a taxi stops.

I wrench the door open and grunt out the name of the hotel nearest to the concert venue. Knowing dad’s habits, I’m certain he wouldn’t have housed his rock band—and Cadence—too far from the show.

Just as the taxi’s pulling out, I hear a car beeping behind us.

“You forget so’mim, mate?”

“What? No. Just drive,” I growl.

The car behind us blows its horn instantly, but I ignore it in favor of checking my DMs. I sent Cadey hundreds of messages, and I’m hoping she responds.

There’s nothing from her.

My taxi pulls into traffic.

Suddenly, a sleek black car speeds up, brushing against us and almost crashing into the taxi’s fender.

“Bloody hell.” The driver throws his door open and goes right up to the driver’s side of the black car. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Hey!” I yell at him. “I’ll pay for the damages. Let’s just—”

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