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Lucas stilled. “What was that?”
Nunchuck Guy sprang onto the cabin’s porch, readying himself for action.
The remaining guys moved to the door, quietly.
More banging and another yelp. A man’s voice.
“Somebody’s out there.” Nunchuck Guy here saving the day, stating the obvious. “Let’s move out.” He pointed first to himself, then at the others, and gestured for them to follow.
Lucas rolled his eyes and stomped past him, loudly, down the cabin’s steps and onto the dirt path.
We followed in a herd as a figure stumbled out of the nearest girls’ cabin.
“Stop right there,” Lucas bellowed.
His growl sent shivers across my skin. He’d gone full Papa Bear and stalked toward the man in the near distance.
The man appeared to try running but tripped immediately. He scrambled up. Was he wearing…business clothes? The clothes were covered in something. White splotches.
The man doubled over, coughing.
All of which gave our A-Team time to surround him.
Lucas yanked him up by the back of his shirt.
I ran toward them, my heart begging to escape my chest. Some sort of white powder was splattered across the man’s face and body. His hair too. His dark, slick hair.
I gaped at the scene in front of me. “Kristoff?”
Before he could respond, a body moving at an impossible speed burst from the trees. Another man. A man who tackled Kristoff to the ground. “Don’t move. You are under arrest!”
Then, behind us, voices called out. Young ones. “Hudson! We did it! We saved you!”
Chapter 31
Hudson
Acircus.CampJunebughad turned into a circus.
Three rings? Four? Who could count?
Too many things happened at once. Teen girls with sprayed pink hair cascaded toward us from the camp entrance, declaring victory. An air horn blasted followed by Twila shouting, “Operation Downvote Complete!”
In front of us, Kristoff, one of the world’s most recent and famous billionaires, and also my very, very ex-boyfriend, struggled beneath the weight of a man who flashed an F.B.I. badge.
The feds.
Nunchucks Guy swung his nunchucks and landed a hit on Kristoff’s side. Kristoff cried out in pain. Brycen told Nunchucks to back off, and when he swung the weapon again, Brycen tackled him.
I had my own physical lockdown in the form of Lucas. His strong arms wrapped around me as he slowly steered me farther from the Kristoff chaos.
“Are you okay?” Lucas spoke in a low voice against my cheek. “You’re okay?”
A chill ripped through my body despite sweat sticking my shirt to my back. My throat as dry as skin with acute dermatitis. Lucas held me.
“I’m okay.” My childhood dog Bacon probably felt like this when I loved on him a little too hard.
My eyes went blurry again. Lucas was holding onto me for dear life.
