Page 110 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
"I'm the weak link," I repeated, forcing myself to hear it. I fucking hated that. But it was the truth. I’d gotten impulsive with the Claude thing. I wanted to go to this funeral, which logically was stupid. The fury at Andros morphed into a burning need not to be weak.
"For now," Andros agreed. "Unless you have the guts to change that."
The guys' faces flickered through my head. Z's mischievous smile. Malcolm's raised brow, challenging me to tell the truth. Evan's hand grabbing mine as he stared down at me and poured memories and love over me like gentle raindrops. Gray's proud look whenever he bested me. I tried to imagine their faces if something happened. Immediately, it felt like my insides had been dipped in acid. I nodded at Andros. "You're right. Let's do this."
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You have to be one thousand percent on this."
I glared up at him. "What the hell is your problem? I said yes."
"You need to be sure, because I'm not about to teach you how to escape."
Wait, what?Confusion flooded me, tinged with a little bit of fear. "What exactly will you be teaching me?"
"How to piss Muller off enough to kill you."
