Page 208 of Midnights
I can hear a muffled scuffle on the other end.
“Ow. Sorry. Forget you heard that.Ow. Anyway, can you help us? We can go there, or you can come here.”
Cam's smirk widens as he throws me a look. I can see his eyes light up with mischief. He’s enjoying this far too much.
“We’ll come to you,” he replies easily. “That is, ifKane’s invited. Otherwise, I'll come solo. Then again, maybe weshouldn'tinvite him. It’ll give me a head start. He always thinks he’s better than me.”
Rachel snorts. “Umm… am I sensing some tension there?”
In the background, Raven’s voice cuts through, and I can tell she's annoyed.
“That’s because he’s a dick!”
Rachel bursts out laughing, and so does Cam. Their amusement fills the office. I roll my eyes, unaffected, but the corners of my mouth twitch despite myself.
She’s pissed. Of course she is. Between searching for answers, dealing with that bastard at the ball, and whatever this is, she has plenty of ammo.
Cam's still grinning, but holds the phone up. “I’ll head over. And don’t worry, I’ll keep Kane out of the loop.”
Rachel hums. “Thanks, Cam, you’re the best.” Then, with far too much amusement, she adds, “Oh, and Kane, youcancome, but you have to wait in the car. Okay, byeee.”
The call disconnects.
“Well, she’s got balls.”
I exhale slowly, leveling him with a look. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Obviously.”
Cam suddenly shifts in his seat, his frown deepening as he looks closely at the leather, and then looks around the backseat.
“You should detail your car after a job.” His tone is casual, but there’s a thread of curiosity in it.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Cam drags his finger over the seat, studying whatever the fuck is all over his finger.
“It might not be blood,” he muses, raising a brow. “But I’m pretty damn sure it is.”
My jaw tightens and I sit up straighter, looking around the backseat. A slow, cold wave of unease rolls through me.
“Ren,” I say, trying to keep the bite out of my voice. “What happened?”
Ren meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, shifting slightly in his seat. “She got out of the car, insisting that she walk the rest of the way home. Said she needed fresh air.” He pauses, then frowns. “She left her phone, so I turned back to give it to her.”
Beside me, Cam leans forward, all amusement gone. “Was she upset?”
Ren hesitates, then runs a hand through his hair. “Now that you mention it… she was crying. Looked like she’d had a rough night, but she didn’t say why. Just wanted out of the car.”
My fingers curl into fists against my thigh.
“When I caught up to her, it was too dark, and she was soaked from the rain. But she insisted she was fine.” He chuckles faintly. “Told me if you got upset about it, I should tell you to shove it. She’s feisty, that one.”
Cam snorts, but I don’t react.
Feisty is one thing. Crying and having blood in my car? That’s another.
“It was only a block or so from the house,” he continues, oblivious to the shift in the air. “She was still walking when I pulled up, so I insisted she let me take her the rest of the way.”
