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Easing her arm away, she adjusted her bag on her arm. “Now if you can’t do that, I will find another way. I will, so either honor what you told me or let me go.”
She was pleading with her eyes as she spoke, her voice the same. Like she wanted me to leave but didn’t necessarily mean it. The dare was evident for me to take a step back, but definitely not for the one up on her end.
I knew she would go. She’d walk her little stubborn ass out into the winter and say to hell with me. Even if it killed her, she would. She was that stubborn, but I was too. I folded a hand behind her neck. “You’re going to tell me everything when we get there. You hear me?”
I had my own dare in my voice. I dared her to go back on her word. She was using my own fear against me right now, fear I’d lose her if I didn’t do what she said, and that was there completely between us. She was making me choose between her and my instincts, and that I wouldn’t put up with for much longer.
It didn’t matter how much I loved her.
*
The rest of the drive to the cabin was silent and only partially because Sloane wasn’t talking to me. The weather got pretty bad during the drive, a snowstorm folding around us. It actually got pretty scary there for a bit, but we managed to beat it in the remaining hours of our drive.
I checked my phone inside, no missed calls or texts. I thought this was good that no one knew we were missing yet, but then I realized the drive through the hills made for some pretty shoddy reception. It was damn near impossible to get any type of contact on these backroads.
There were spots in the cabin that were good, though, and as I looked for them, Sloane stayed by the door.
“I’m going to look for a room,” she said, her bag on her shoulder. She’d find plenty of them in this place. This cabin was meant for all the Legacy families to stay at, and most recently, we’d all been here after everything with Charlie.
I lowered my phone. “We’re talking when you come back down.” And we’d stay here a night, tops. We really didn’t have much of a choice, as the storm had followed us here, and I hoped with maybe a night she’d come to her senses. She’d come back with me, back home and where she belonged.
Once again, my little fighter’s eyes averted from me. She headed upstairs, and the paranoid fucker I was, I stayed by them. She was acting really weird, and I needed to keep an eye on her.
My phone rang.
It seemed I got a little reception by the stairs, and I answered, Wolf’s name on the front of my screen. “Hey.”
“Hey, man.” His voice drifted off, nervous sounding. I could assume by now he knew I was missing. We shared a lot of the same classes, and maybe he had reached out, but I wasn’t getting much reception out here.
I folded my fingers into my hair. “I did something stupid, bro.” I dropped my hand. “I let Sloane convince me to take off and out of town. She said she needed some space. We’re at my family’s cabin out of state and—”
“I know.”
I closed my lips, my eyes narrowed. “What?”
“I know you guys are gone. I talked to her. You guys were at a gas station or something.”
What the fuck? She’d said she’d been talking to Bru then.
My back up, I shook my head. “Okay, so why aren’t you more pissed at me?” He sounded calm, rational. “Does everyone else know we’re gone?”
“Yeah.” Voices prattled on in the background. Wells and Thatcher. I heard him tell them both it was me on the phone. Wolf blew out a breath. “And I am pissed, but my hands are fucking tied right now. First off, did you make it to the cabin okay?”
I didn’t understand what was going on, my eyes shifting. “Yeah, barely missed the snowstorm coming up, but yeah.”
More talking, more fucking chatting in the background. I heard Wolf tell one of the guys to relay this information to the parents, my parents. He said he was texting his own that Sloane and I were okay, but I was the only one who wasn’t getting fucking talked to.
“What’s happening?” I sat on the stairs, waiting. “Why does it sound like you already know what the fuck’s coming out of my mouth but I’m missing something?”
“Because you are, but it’s not your fault.” His voice lowered, a growled whisper into the line. “Our parents wouldn’t let us call you.”
“Call me about what—” My phone beeped, and I lowered it to see my mom’s name. I pressed my phone to my ear. “My mom’s calling me.”
“Good. Then she can explain things.”
“Explain what?”
“What you need to know and don’t get mad at Sloane. They wouldn’t let her tell you either after they realized you both left together.”
