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“And you just plan to… what?” I checked my gun for good measure. Changing clothes and getting sprayed down with some weird magic had me off my game. The familiar weight of the gun was comforting, even if it wasn’t mine. “Drive like hell and hope it works?”
“More than half the trouble Gray and I used to get into involved driving like hell and hoping it worked.” He laughed, though there wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice. Instead, waves of anxiety rolled off of him.That made two of us.As he navigated his way toward the exit, he reached over and muted the Bluetooth. “Look, you being mad at me, I get. Hell, if roles were reversed, I’d punch you too—you have a hell of a right hook, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I replied, not wanting to take the compliment.
“But right now, being pissed at me won’t help the situation,” he continued. “Like it or not, Gray trusts me—at least in some way he does—and right now that trust puts me right here, getting your ass to safety.”
“Why are you helping him?”
“Because I owe him,” Sam said in earnest. For the first time, I felt his guilt.And he should’ve felt guilty.“Now, let’s get you the fuck out of here.”
CHAPTER 29
He blasted out of the garage like a bullet out of a gun barrel—no hesitation, no braking, and every bit of confidence that we weren’t going to hit anyone. I leaned into the tight turn, feeling it hard in my stomach. Nash and Andrea were right behind us with the engines of their motorcycles loud.
“Riley will make sure we don’t hit a single stoplight along the way,” Sam explained, even though I hadn’t asked.
“How?” I asked. Did I want to know? Probably not. But I needed the distraction. My heart pounded erratically against my ribcage. The tension of the situation was killing me. It didn’t help that Sam’s stress about the situation practically bled from his skin.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know what that kid’s capable of.”
“You act like hacking the traffic system is hard,” Riley replied. “I could do it in my sleep.”
“And that’s why we don’t ask,” Sam said. “We need as few obstacles as possible.”
“Makes—”
“Caught one on camera,” Riley interrupted.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “We made it all of…”
“Four lights,” I finished for him.
“Three more coming up on your rear.”
Fucking great. The group of them teamed back up again, which meant more vampires on our asses.
“Fuck!” He planted his foot on the pedal. “Andrea? Nash?”
“I ain’t seein’ a damn thing,” Nash said.
“Me either,” Andrea agreed with an edge in her voice. “But it’s not like I’m riding around backwards, so I can’t see behind me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam muttered. He kept on muttering the same phrase over and over as he flew past traffic. “Keep the cops off my ass—”
“Drive faster,” Riley ordered. “They’re gaining ground.”
“If I go any faster, I’m killing the two of us if I hit something.”
“Then don’t hit anything.”
“Oh, he says it like it’s so fucking easy!” Sam exclaimed, swerving around another car. I braced on the dashboard and turned in my seat to stare out the back window. “Do you see anything?”
“Nothing.” My gaze tracked traffic, bouncing off every car and moving object.
Civilian…
Civilian…
