Layla was exclaiming.
Hunt added.
Suddenly, panic seized me. I shouted at them through our mental connection.
Griffin asked me while the others obeyed without question.
Even Layla and her big mouth didn’t complain, sprinting full-out back to Bonnie.
Griffin was already reversing us back down the road at high velocity.
I extended a calming hand to Bobo in the back seat but kept my eyes glued up ahead. It took a few more seconds—doors slammed, brake lights illuminated—but then Bonnie was reversing too.
Layla asked flatly, like she couldn’t quite decide how to feel about that.
Hunt said.
Only … it was a whole lotta flames and smoke.
I reminded them.
It was all true, but I felt like a coldhearted bitch for saying it. Regardless of the countless times the lie-rents had betrayed us, there had been happy moments mixed in with all the deception.
I added softly.
Layla said, but she sounded as conflicted as I was.
Griffin reversed onto the shoulder, and with a squeal of rubber, lurched us back in the same direction we’d just traveled. Brady pulled an identical move.
Griffin said, gunning Clyde’s block engine to get us there faster.
Brady said.
Hunt said.
Layla uttered,
Hunt said.
I suggested glumly.
Hunt answered.
I objected right away, but only because we couldn’t truly be certain about anything.
Quickly, I swiveled in my seat, finding an anxious Bobo, his tail no longer drooping but pointed in alertness, and behind us a dense plume of smoke clouding the otherwise clear sky.
We’d retraced our path and were nearly at the admin building and Magnum’s last known location, when, around a curve, appeared a trio of black Cadillac Escalades. They were heading straight toward us.
Griffin hissed.
Layla echoed in a concerned whine.
I asked, working hard to subdue a rapidly mounting panic.
How could we have actually come here with no real plan beyondcharge the place and hope for the best? Never had I felt more stupid.
