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“Do you have any idea whoyou’remessing with?”
He scoffed. “I’ve done things that would make your prudish blood run cold.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat, trying to keep up my bravado. “You don’t scare me, Seren.”
“Then you’re a fool.”
“Fix my tires,” I demanded before spinning away from him and hurrying into the hallway. I dashed toward Sawyer’s room, slipping inside quietly. He lay sound asleep beneath his covers looking so peaceful—such a stark contrast to his cold brother. I sat down on the edge of his bed and gently rubbed his arm. “Sawyer?” I whispered.
He stirred.
“I need your help.”
His eyes cracked open. “What’s wrong?”
“My tires are flat and I need to get to school.”
“Flat?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have my license yet,” he said.
“There’s a six-car garage out there. Surely, there’s a car that no one uses.”
“Keys are in a bowl in the kitchen cabinet above the toaster. Grab the one with the ruby keychain. They’re for the Jeep. It might need gas.”
I patted his arm. “You’re a lifesaver.” I jumped to my feet and snuck out of his room, making sure no one heard me creep down the stairs.
I grabbed the keys from the kitchen then found the Jeep in the garage amidst a black Land Rover, a motorcycle, and some black SUVs. The tank was half full which was more than enough to get me to and from school. As I backed out of the garage, I glanced to the second floor where the curtain was pulled back and Seren stood glaring at me. I flashed him my middle finger before taking off for the one place I belonged.
Seren
My pulse pounded in my temples as I raced out of my room and tore down the hallway. How the hell had Grace gotten the Jeep? Scratch that. I knew how she’d gotten the Jeep, but why hadn’t I anticipated her move? I prided myself on being a step ahead of everyone. If you didn’t know someone’s move, they were dangerous. And, since I was the most dangerous person in any room, that shit was not going to fly. Grace needed to know who was in charge. And it wasn’t her.
I slammed open Sawyer’s door. “Why the fuck did you give her the Jeep?”
He sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Because somehow her tires ended up flat. Don’t think I don’t know it was you.”
“Why does everyone think it was me?” I growled.
“Because you can’t stand it when someone isn’t fazed by you. You can’t understand why your cold demeanor isn’t making her fall at your feet.”
“Watch yourself, brother.”
“Dude, normal people talk if they want to get to know someone. They don’t flatten all their tires.”
“I don’t want to get to know her,” I snared.
“Right.”
“She’s the fucking help!”
“Get over yourself, man. She can’t stand you and you hate it.”
I pegged him with serious eyes. “You will not help her again.”
“You’re not my father,” Sawyer said.
