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“Are you serious?” I couldn’t tell sometimes with her.
She grunted, turning back to the television. “As a heart attack. I need as much extra advantage over Susan as possible. I’m in the battle of my career…before my career has really started.”
There was a break in the conversation as Kian’s voice carried over. “She didn’t persuade me to do it. She didn’t brainwash me to do it. She didn’t blackmail me. She didn’t even ask me. She did nothing.”
A lump sat at the back of my throat. It was permanently lodged there.
“She did nothing.”
Erica’s voice added to his. “The girl’s going to get her ass ripped apart whenever they find her. It’ll all come out eventually.”
An image of Kian holding me flashed in my mind.
“They’re going to crucify me, aren’t they?”
He had pulled me tighter to him. “Not if I can help it.”
“I have to go,” I choked out.
“What?” Jake asked.
Erica paused the tape again. She didn’t say anything.
I turned back for the door.
“Wait. Jo, come on.” Jake was right behind me.
“No.”
His hand came down on my shoulder.
I shrugged it off, opening the door. “I have to go.”
“But—”
Erica was standing up from the coffee table. She was frowning at me, but she wasn’t as concerned as Jake. A ripple of fear started inside me. What if she was starting to piece it together?
I blocked Jake from following me. “Don’t. I have to go.”
“Where are you going?”
I started down the hallway. He was coming right behind me.
“Stop, Jake!” I yelled over my shoulder. “I mean it. I…” Think, Jordan, think. “I have to go and do something. I’ll be back later.”
I didn’t think.
I ran.
Grabbing a cab, I didn’t think again when I told the driver where to go. When he pulled up outside of The Maston, I caught sight of a car heading to the back of the hotel. “Follow that car.”
“You sure?”
No. “Yes.”
And I was right. The car pulled up to a back door. A driver got out, went to the side, and opened the rear door. The hotel door then opened, and Kian walked out.
I dug out some money, tossed it to the driver, and said, “Thank you.” I was outside then and hurrying forward. “Kian.”
He handed his bag to the driver and bent down to climb into the back, but he paused. Seeing me, he straightened back up. He didn’t say anything until I was right in front of him. His dark eyes raked over me, but there was no reaction to seeing me.
I hesitated then. Maybe I shouldn’t have come?
His head lowered a fraction of an inch. His eyes became lidded. “What are you doing here?”
I flushed. His tone was quiet, but he didn’t seem upset. He sounded worried. The lump in the back of my throat was swallowed, and I felt like I could breathe easier. “I’m going to be found, aren’t I?”
He didn’t answer. That mask was so unreadable.
I wanted him to give me something. “Kian?”
He sighed, his shoulders dropping. “Probably.”
“I want to come with you,” I blurted out. What the hell?
I should have regretted my words. I didn’t. They were true. If I was going to be discovered, I needed to be with someone who had endured everything before, too.
“We can be a team, you know? If you’re supporting me, maybe they won’t destroy me, or as much as they would’ve if you weren’t with me. It could work.” I winced, hearing a twinge of fear in my voice. I couldn’t mask it.
“Jo…”
I shook my head. “I’m scared, Kian. It’s going to happen.” I echoed Erica’s words. “It’ll all come out eventually.”
He looked behind me and frowned. His hand came to my shoulder, and he urged me to the door. “Get inside.”
When I started to, he didn’t move to follow me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His frown deepened. “I’ll be right back.”
Scooting over to the far side of the car, I twisted around, so I could see out the back window. It was shaded black, like all the windows. No one could see in, but I could perfectly see Kian. He approached the cab, his hand in the air in a greeting. The cab driver rolled his window down, and Kian gestured to the dashboard.
Shit.
There was a dash camera, and it had been aimed right at us.
My hand curled into the back of the seat as I waited.
The cab driver nodded, and then Kian reached inside his pocket. He took a wad of money from his wallet and handed it over. The cab driver pulled off the dash camera and handed it to Kian. My hand let go of the seat, and I started to relax again, but, no, Kian didn’t leave. He pointed inside the cab again. The cab driver shook his head. Kian didn’t move. The driver continued to shake his head, and Kian leaned further down. The driver went stock-still, and he didn’t look away from Kian. Slowly, the driver reached down and then handed something to Kian. Taking it, Kian put it into his pocket and came back.
