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I stand straighter. “What the hell do you want from me?”
He leaves before I can say another word and I dash for the envelope, running back inside and closing the door. I drop the blanket on the couch and make my way to Dad’s office.
I type in his password—riddlemethis—and shove the SD card into the laptop. I click on the mouse and a video pops up on the screen. A bright yellow light comes into view, and the camera shifts downward…
War
“Who? What?” The rage is back, only more aggressive and not aimed at her.
She ignores me, before answering, “Go to Bayonet Falls.”
I blink at her when she leans back in her chair. Motherfucking Bayonet Falls?
Priest cracks his neck, leaning into the glove compartment and taking out two Desert Eagles and a large sheath. “Any reason why you would all want to be fucking around in that ghost town?”
Vaden checks the chambers. “And why you thought it would be a good idea to not tell us?” He clicks it back into place.
I steady my anger. “GPS. Every single motherfucking one of you.”
Priest places the sheath on his lap, before his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “What’d the video show, Halen?”
She breathes out a shaky breath and the chair jerks from someone in the back.
“Stella. I’m gonna fuck you up,” I deadpan. “Keep whatever secret you all think you need to. The ritual is this weekend, so either way and by oath, we’re gonna know the full story before Monday. Play as you will and we’ll entertain it for now, children.”
I flash Priest a dark smirk.
He settles back on the road, driving us forward. I rest back in the chair, closing my eyes as my heart slows to a harmonic pace.
It doesn’t matter. Whoever it is or was, they are dead. There’s comfort in knowing that you can skin a human alive with your bare hands, and whoever is left of the ones who crossed paths with any of the girls are about to get a package gruesome enough to turn them vegan.
I reach between Priest and Vaden. “Tell me what happened tonight.”
“I may have started a war…”
Halen
Three hours earlier
My heart racesat a merciless pace. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until my head spins fast enough to make my palms prickle.
“Do I look familiar to you, young one?” He flashes a gold-toothed grin.
My mouth dries and white noise rings through my ears as panic rises in my throat.
“Why are you here?” The weight of my anxiety holds me in place as I glance up to the rearview mirror to find River and Stella. I need to make sure they’re safe.
“Oh, now where would the fun in that be if I told you?” I keep my eyes locked on the road ahead. I hate that I can’t seem to find the words I want to say to him, as if choked by fear.
I clear my throat, fighting the tears that prick the corners of my eyes. As a Hayes, I don’t have the luxury to expose an emotion as fragile as fear.
“You look like him.” It’s a hoarse whisper, a telltale sign of the pain it caused to say it.
He chuckles and acid burns the back of my throat. “I guess that’s because he’s my father.”
His engine opens up and I blink once more to help my blurring vision. I’ve never lost a race, but I am willing to throw in this one.
The world slows around me as a shirtless guy wearing a Ghost Face mask walks between our two cars, grabbing at his crotch. He pulls out a gat from each pocket and raises them both in the air. When they pop off, I bite down on the inside of my cheek. The emotional barrier I’d been trained to feed materializes in front of me as I slam the gear into first and floor it forward.
