Page 8 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

I rolled my eyes but put the call through again. I turned my back on Zig and prayed for Kerry to answer the damn phone.

It rang two times before a deep, amused hello sounded through the phone.

“Kerry?” I whispered.

“No, darlin'.”

Darlin’? Hold on.

I spun around to an amused Zig, who had a smile on his lips. It took a second for my brain to figure out what the hell was going on. “Why do you have Kerry’s phone?” I asked into my phone.

“You think we can do this without our phones pressed to our ears?” he laughed.

Ugh. I ended the call and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Why do you have Kerry’s phone?” I demanded again.

Zig shook his head and dropped the phone in his lap. “Because she left it here when she took off with Brain. You’re the first person to call her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had her phone?” I demanded.

“I did,” he drawled. “You just didn’t seem to want to listen to me.”

“You could have said more than just darlin’,” I pointed out.

“Would you have even listened?”

I huffed and shoved my phone into my pocket. “Of course.” Probably not. I looked around and tried to figure out what the heck I was going to do.

People were milling around the bonfire, and my eyes glazed over the hot tub because I didn’t want to know what they were doing.

“Where do you live?” Zig asked.

I glanced at him and bit my bottom lip. I didn’t know this guy and wasn’t sure I should tell him where I lived. I didn’t get the psycho vibe from him, but I wasn’t too sure about him. “Um, in a house.” Probably a little too vague, but whatever.

Zig tipped his head to the side and smirked. “A house, huh? Maybe you could at least give me a clue of what color house you live in.”

I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes. “Ha, ha. I just don’t know you, so I don’t think I should tell you where I live.”

“Smart, but if you want to go home, I think I am your best chance at making that happen unless you want to wait for your friend.” Zig shrugged. “It doesn’t matter either way to me.”

“She can’t be much longer, right?” I pondered.

“I mean, it’s been an hour, and there isn’t any sign of either of them.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can’t knock on Brain’s door for me and tell Kerry I’m ready to go home?” I reasoned. That seemed like the easiest thing to do.

Zig shook his head. “Hell no, darlin’, I cannot do that unless you want me to get my ass kicked. A prospect knocking on a closed door is not something that happens.”

Did I care if Zig got his butt kicked? I had met the guy five minutes ago, but I still didn’t want him to be hurt because of me. “What would happen if I knocked on the door?”

Zig chuckled. “You’ll end up being much closer to your friend than you ever thought you would be.”

I cringed and wrinkled my brow. “Um, I’m not really into that.”

“Then don't knock on Brain’s door,” he said simply.

“So I’m supposed to sit here while Brain has his way with Kerry?”

Zig reached into his pocket and dangled his keys from his fingers. “You have a choice, darlin’; you just aren’t choosing it.”

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