Her eyes narrowed.
I jerked my chin toward the car.“You got anything in there?”
“What?”
“Stuff.”
She blinked.“A backpack.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Good.”
She frowned.“Why?”
“Go get it.”
She didn’t move.“Why would I do that?”
I stared at her, then slowly smiled.“Because you’re coming back to the clubhouse with us.”
She laughed immediately.“No.”
“Yep.”
“No.”
“Yep.”
“I’m not,” she insisted.
“You are.”
“I’m absolutely not.”
I sighed.“This is getting repetitive.”
Goldie crossed her arms.“I’m not going back.”
“Then whoever the fuck is doing this is gonna find you.”
Something flickered across her face.
Fear.Real fear.I saw it.
So did Nugget.
“We can keep you safe,” I said.
She looked away toward the road, then she whispered the words I’d been waiting to hear.“I don’t think anyone is safe from The Ledger.”
The Ledger.
There it was.
The thing we’d been chasing.
