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We both turn, Damon noticing the wrecked car sitting in the parking lot for the first time.
“The fuck happened here?” he asks, his question drowned out by the sudden roar of an engine.
Behind the car, Priest sits atop a four-wheeler he uses to tow stalled vehicles, another shit eating grin splitting his lips as he climbs from the four-wheeler to set up the wench.
Damon blinks at the wrecked car, his eyes sliding my direction.
I’m happy to see the distraction has eased some of the anger from his face, but I know he’ll need more than that.
The double whammy of Emily and his father isn’t good for him, and if this boy doesn’t blow off some steam, he’ll end up getting himself in trouble.
Not that I have a problem with trouble, just as long as it’s the fun kind.
Wrapping an arm over his shoulders, I tilt my head at the car and explain, “That is what’s left of Luca Bailey’s car after Tanner asked me to make sure she can’t drive it.”
“Fuck,” he groans and shakes his head.
His shoulders shake with quiet laughter. “Who had fun turning it into a bunch of crushed metal?”
“Who else?”
Priest attaches the wench then walks back to the four-wheeler, his smile widening as he starts the wench, the high-pitched screech of the motor filling the parking lot. I raise my voice to be heard over it.
“And that’s not the only fun to be had today. You need to blow off steam, and you’re lucky to have a friend who knows just how to help you accomplish that.”
Amber eyes meet mine. “What are you suggesting?”
My favorite thing ever.
“We’re going to Myth tonight. And if the upstairs doesn’t fix your boo boos, I’m sure we can find plenty of trouble downstairs.”
Interest sparks in his eyes, his mouth curling at the corners because Damon never turns down a good time.
It’s what makes us such amazing friends.
And also why nobody in the Inferno ever approves of the two of us going out without adult supervision.
Sucks that they aren’t here to stop us...but I’m looking forward to it.
Brinley
“Where are you? I need to talk to you before I leave the state again. Please tell me you’re home.”
Unfortunately, I’m not, but as soon as I saw a strange number flash across the screen, I somehow knew I had to take the call.
She sounds scared again. Frantic. I can’t help but imagine her standing in an alley somewhere, large men descending on her as she runs through a maze of the city streets to escape them.
I have no idea why those thoughts run through my head every time I think about Everly. Maybe I’m picking it up from the tone of her voice last time we spoke, my brain painting pictures and creating scenarios to fill in the void left by what little information she gave me.
Or maybe I’m just too much of a nerd and need to lay off the noir crime stories I devour when the mood to read takes over.
There’s no telling really, but what I do know is that Everly doesn’t sound like the upbeat, easygoing girl I once knew.
Panic chokes my throat as I glance at the clock in my car. My eyes lift to Ames’s apartment from the parking lot where I’m waiting.
“I have to take my friend to work, but I can be home in an hour. Meet me there?”
Everly sighs heavily. It sounds like a wind tunnel through the line.
