Page 32 of Glass Rose
He rolls down his window. “They ID you?”
“They knew my name.”
“Get in.” He throws open the passenger door. “Now.”
I hesitate, glancing at my dad’s truck. “But?—”
“They know the car.”
“How do you?—”
“Sofia,” he growls. “Move!”
I abandon the truck, diving into the passenger seat as bullets ping against the metal, missing me, and I’m not sure if it was on purpose.
Gavin slams the gas, taking the next left hard. My body collides with the door frame, shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.
“Seatbelt,” he says, voice calm despite the speedometer climbing past sixty in a residential zone.
I fumble with the buckle. “They knew my name. How did they?—”
“You were there.” His eyes flick to the rearview mirror, jaw tightening. “Makes you valuable.”
“So we’re what—fugitives now? On top of everything else?”
“Yes.” He takes a hard right, throwing me into the middle console despite the seatbelt. “Sorry.”
“For what? The driving or accusing me of?—”
“Both. And for this.”
The van swerves sharply into an alleyway, tires screeching as Gavin cuts the engine. My body catapults forward against the seatbelt, breath catching in my throat.
“Ou—”
He clamps his hand over my mouth, eyes locked on mine. I want to bite him, but the intensity in his gaze stops me. He shakes his head once, a barely perceptible movement.
The rumble of the Humvee grows louder, then passes the alley entrance without slowing. One heartbeat. Two. Three.His hand remains firm against my lips, his skin warm and calloused.
When he finally releases me, I smack his arm. “A little warning next time?”
“Would’ve taken too long to explain.” He peers through the windshield. “They’re looking for both vehicles now.”
“So what’s the plan? Ditch the van and walk?”
“No.” He shifts back into drive, easing forward. “We drive. And hope they’re too stupid to follow.”
“You could have just told me to be quiet.”
His eyes flick to mine, something dangerous lurking in their depths. “You talk when you’re nervous.”
“I do not—” I start, then catch myself. “Fine. Whatever.”
Gavin checks his watch. “We’re late.”
“Alex won’t leave without us.”
“He will.”
