Page 76 of My Three Rivals

“How far away was that from where you were picked up?”

Sabrina stared at me blankly.

“Five-minute drive? Ten?” I pressed.

“Oh… no, we walked,” Sabrina laughed. “We ain’t got a car. Who can afford that?”

She grinned again, and my pulse quickened. “Do you think you would know how to get back there if we went right now?”

Sabrina dropped her head back, and her shaking grew more violent. “Maybe… if you can help a girl out.”

“Shit,” Wyatt muttered.

“We’ll find something to tide you over, but you have to help us, too, Sabrina.”

She peeked at me and nodded as Wyatt gave me a scathing look across the car, Atticus’ foot growing heavier on the gas.

Atticus wove his Escalade seamlessly through traffic as we approached Pier 39. When I looked over at Sabrina, she was sleeping.

“Wake up!” Wyatt howled, patting her arm.

“Wyatt!” I hissed. “Easy!”

He glowered at me, and I carefully woke her up, gesturing outside the window. “Does any of this look familiar to you?”

Sabrina blinked and sat forward eagerly as we neared the intersection she’d spoken of.

“Here! Here’s where Nicky scored for us…” Her face paled as she extended her arm toward the industrial area, albatrosses diving and flying all over the area, their squeals filling the air and wearing on my frayed nerves.

“That’s Lou’s car,” she whispered.

This time, Atticus did slam on the brakes, and we all jerked forward, my face narrowly hitting the headrest in front of me.

“She’s right!” I breathed, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Maverick, wait!” Atticus hollered after me, but I wasn’t waiting.

I had to find Tegan before it was too late. If we weren’t already too late.

CHAPTER33

Tegan

There was an afterlife, after all. I saw it there, with white fairy lights and gentle music flowing at me from the darkness. Someone beckoned me from that light. Was it Gran? It had to be Gran. No one else I knew could be up there.

“I’m coming!” I called happily, skipping toward the pale ivory lights, but the more I moved, the further away it got, although the smell of this utopia was upon me. It smelled just like the vineyard… and Maverick?

Why was Maverick here?

Panic overtook my momentary joy, and I whirled around to look into the black tunnel behind me, confusion conflicting me.

“Te-gan!” the angelic choir sang. “Come, Te-gan!”

And then…

“Tegan! Princess, wake up!”

My shoulder rocked back and forth, the sense of floating drifting away as I was rudely and abruptly brought back to the same foul-smelling warehouse I’d been in when I’d left. This wasn’t heaven. This was the worst hell I’d found myself in yet.

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