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We stare at each other, absolute silence in the car.
Eventually, Gabriel breaks it.
“I don’t think she’s bluffing, Tanner. And since none of us seem to know the answer, we can only assume Damon’s been talking to her about events in his past he’s never told us.”
All four of them study me like I’m a rat running a maze.
The limo comes to a stop, and I glance out the window to see we’re stopped at the entrance of a gated community. And not just any community, judging by the immense size of the mansions running in a row beyond the gates, butthecommunity.
It’s the capital of Snootyville, and I’m being driven inside it.
I turn my attention back to Damon’s friends to see they’re still studying me, Tanner rubbing at his chin while Gabriel is wearing his blinding smile.
“I like her, too,” Gabriel says. “She passes.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “I didn’t simply pass. You have to admit I just ran circles around all of you.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen, and his smile somehow stretches wider to reveal a dimple in his cheek that is quite charming.
This is his real smile.
Not the fake one.
I file that information away for a day I may need it.
“You pass,” Tanner admits in agreement with his friend. “We’ll see about those circles.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn my head to see an enormous mansion coming into view. Built to resemble a castle, I’m not surprised when the limo turns to follow the ridiculously long drive that circles the front of the house.
“Which one of you thinks so highly of himself that he needs to live in a castle?”
Returning my attention to them, I assume it’s Tanner, since the rest of them are trying and failing to disguise their smiles.
Only Tanner stares at me with his eyes narrowed slightly and his lips a tight line.
“Should have figured,” I remark. “You have that air about you.”
Flashing him an unapologetic grin, I wait for the limo to come to a stop and follow Gabriel out.
We walk up large half circle stairs to the front doors. Gabriel lets us in, but while he was allowed to freely walk inside, I’m snatched up by my shirt, my feet scrambling for purchase as I’m dragged through the foyer to a living room on the right. From there, I’m dragged through an impressive kitchen, out another door until I’m back outside again.
My eyes round at the sight. “Holy shit. Is this where cars come to die?”
Surveying the scene, I can’t believe just how many burned shells exist of what I assume was an impressive collection of expensive cars.
“I told you the governor vandalized our shit, but that’s not what’s pissing me off right now.”
My eyes tangle with Damon’s, the amber color molten with anger.
“I thought you cared about your friend.” The snap to Damon’s voice confuses me at first, but then puts me on the defensive.
“Is she here? Was she harmed?”
“Yes, she’s here, and she’s fine.”
He steps up to me then rolls his shoulders back like he’s preparing to fight.
I remain in place because fuck him and the horse he rode in on. If anybody should be angry, it’s me.
