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“God,” I whisper. There are at least seven million dollars in cars. It’s insane.
“Which one are we taking?” I ask.
Brock points to a matte black convertible with dark tinted windows. “This one.” I follow him over, and he kindly opens the passenger door for me. He takes my hand to help me inside, then shuts the door.
I realize all our scents will be combined in the enclosed space of the car.
Fuck.
But it’s alright. We’ll find suppressants. I’ll survive…right?
As soon as Dylan and Killian enter the backseat, it almost becomes unbearable.
“Keep your hood over your head,” Brock says, starting to car. It comes to life with a gentlepurras the garage opens. “Let’s keep you as inconspicuous as possible, since youinsiston coming.”
I meet his dark eyes, but only find worry there, not malice. “I’ll be okay,” I reassure him.
We pull out of the driveway, and he hands me his phone.
“Will you enter the name of the pharmacy?” He asks, as I stare at the device in my hand.
It would be so easy to call my parents. I have their numbers memorized, and if I could just let them know I’m alright…
But their phones are likely monitored.
“I’m sorry,” Brock murmurs, as if noticing my distress.
I shrug and pull up directions.
“Hey,” Killian says from the backseat. “I’m listening to the scanner. Something’s going on in Silver Lake, so there are a lot of officers there.”
“Better for us,” Dylan adds.
I slouch down in my seat, avoiding the window. A hand reaches out to me and massages my shoulder, and I groan.
“Fuck, you’re tense, babe,” Dylan murmurs.
“We’re almost there,” Brock snaps, annoyed. A sour scent of jealousy overpowers his normal aroma, and I fight a smile.
After what feels like an eternity, the sounds of cars fade, and we come to a halt.
The chatter of distorted voices fills the car as the police scanner beeps.
“Everyone’s a few blocks from here,” Killian confirms. “We should be alright.”
I motion to unlock my seatbelt, but Brock stops me.
“Where are you going?” He asks.
I stare at him, bewildered. “Where do youthinkI’m going?” I reply. “Inside with Killian. Dylan is supposed to be the lookout, and I guess you’re the getaway driver.”
He narrows his amber eyes at me, his sour scent turning spicy. “You’re staying in the car.”
I sigh dramatically and slap his hand away from my seatbelt buckle.
“Oh, Brock. When will you learn the only time you can control me is when I’m naked?”
Killian and Dylan burst out laughing. I open my door and Killian helps me out, leaving Brock to stare at me, slack jawed.
