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Casper, however, was easy to keep track of, loping beside them despite the shaking earth.
Hunter must have reclaimed his gun. She had no idea what had happened to it.
“Where are we going?” she said, clutching his arm to keep her feet.
“Michael’s making the earthquake,” he said.
“So?”
Hunter glanced at her. “That means something’s happened.”
Michael and Gabriel weren’t where they’d left them, but it wasn’t hard to follow the power radiating from the ground.
The epicenter was five stores down from the McDonald’s, behind an abandoned restaurant. The exterior walls were old wood, practically crumbling from the effort of keeping the place upright during the earthquake. Michael stood in the middle of the cracked parking lot, his hands on the pavement, pouring power into the ground.
“What happened?” she yelled. “Michael, what are you doing?”
“I felt Chris,” he said, and she could hear his panic even over the cacophony caused by the earthquake. “They’re here. They’re close. I just don’t know—”
She caught his arm—and it took more effort than it should have. “Michael. Stop.”
He lifted his hands from the ground. The earth rumbled to a stop.
They heard nothing for a long moment.
Then pounding from inside the restaurant. Gabriel made it to the locked doors first, fighting with the rusted handle.
Then Michael, his hands beside his brother’s, rammed the door with his shoulder. Becca felt him pouring strength into it, but those old doors were built to last.
So she added her strength.
Hunter added his.
And together, they pushed it through.
CHAPTER 41
This time, Chris and Nick ended up in the Emergency Room. Becca didn’t get to go with them. Too many people—too complicated. They were already trying to come up with a good story, something about getting drunk on a dare, and sneaking into the restaurant and—well, she couldn’t keep up with it all.
Hunter drove her home.
“Are you worried about your dad?” he asked quietly when he parked in front of her house.
She was. But she didn’t want to talk about him. “I’m more worried the cops are going to come after me.”
“For the gun thing?” Hunter shook his head. “With the earthquake mess, I’ll bet no one remembers it happened.”
She stared at the front door of her house. “I will,” she said. “I could have shot my father.”
“No, you couldn’t,” said Hunter.
He was probably right, but she turned to look at him anyway. “You didn’t think I could do it?”
He smiled, a little sadly, a little knowingly. “Becca, I’ve never doubted your resolve.” Then he leaned in, his voice a bit wry. “But your finger was never on the trigger.”
He walked her to her door, but that was it. She slid her key into the lock, and he turned to go.
“Hunter.”
