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“Fuck!” Zach’s voice comes closer again as the van rocks. “Learn to fucking drive.”

“You want to drive?” Tanner yells back. “Be my fucking guest.”

Zach mutters, “One more fucking night, and that prick is over with.”

He settles on the floor next to me.

“What are you two looking at?” His laugh is abrupt. “You want something to do? Make sure that dickhead doesn’t get us lost.”

“On it, boss.” The one who is all in takes off for the front of the van.

The guy who wants to bail is quiet, so I’m not sure if he left too.

Zach runs his hand through my hair and tightens his fingers in it, tugging. “Still pretending to be asleep, Jack?”

“He hasn’t moved at all,” Trace speaks up.

I wondered where that fucker went.

Zach chuckles darkly. “You’re idiots if you think he’s still knocked out. I didn’t hit him that hard. If he really was out for this long, that could be a problem. I don’t want to ruin that beautiful brain of his. While someone might want him for his body, they’ll definitely pay more for that brain.”

Yeah, Zach can fuck off. I almost tell him that myself, but the van slows to a crawl and finally brakes.

“We’re here.” Tanner doesn’t sound pleased.

It gets darker in the van, like we’ve driven into a garage. Then the van turns off. My pulse increases, and I won’t be able to get away with being unconscious anymore. But also, someone is going to touch Harper to get her to wherever they’re taking us because she’s still not awake, and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it.

Somehow, I’ll find a way to get us out of this.

CHAPTER 21

The Skirmish

Harper

My limbs feel heavy, but at the same time weightless like I’m floating. Something niggles at the back of my mind, telling me I have to get up, but I’m so fucking tired. I just want to roll over and snuggle with Jack more.

But the smell of apple is gone, replaced by a pungent scent I don’t recognize and doesn’t actually smell good. More like B.O. than cologne. What is happening?

Fuck, I can’t lift my arms or open my eyes.

“What do you think, Jack? Should we tie her up or hunt her down? Which way do you like her best?” The voice sounds familiar, and my stomach rolls. “Maybe we’ll watch you fuck her first so we can make sure she’s good and prepped to take us.”

Where am I? What’s happening? My heart quickens, but I can’t focus my mind.

“Fuck you.” Jack! He’s here. He’s safe.

Someone hits someone else, but there’s no grunt of pain. Is Jack okay? I need to wake up. I need to figure out what’s happening.

“Don’t you want to play with me again, Jack?” His tone is smug. “I know how much you like to get fucked. How about you fuck her while I fuck you?”

I don’t hear Jack’s response if he gives one.

My fingers twitch to life. They hang down below me as the sensation of movement forces me into awareness. I’m being carried. I keep my breathing even as more of me slips back into my body.

The dance. My dress is still damp and cold against my skin from the sprinklers going off, but my skin is dry and a little tight. Lights flash behind my eyelids like we’re moving down a hallway under ceiling lights.

Last I remember, Jack and I were running out of the school building. Tanner and Zach were there. My upper arm aches a little. It reminds me of the pinch of pain.