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“I’d assume so.”
“Why haven’t they taken you out before now then?”
Danny snorted. “Bitch, please. Like they’d be able to.”
My mind was racing, sifting through this new information. “So they’re hoping to use Matty as…what, some kind of bargaining chip?”
“Makes sense,” Danny muttered. “And you told him we aren’t mates?”
“You know I did.” I’d told him the whole phone call, verbatim. “He didn’t believe me, thanks to your scent marking.”
Danny fell silent, studying the dot. “How are you tracking Matty? His phone?”
“His shoes. They left his phone on campus.”
Danny sighed. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not. Why do you think they’ve stopped? They told us to meet them on clan lands tomorrow night.”
“The Clan lives in the Highlands,” Danny said heavily, “but there’s an outpost nearby. Given that you threatened to track them down and send them to their eternal unrest, I imagine they’re stopping to rally some backup.”
I nodded sharply. “Makes sense. We don’t have long before they’re back on the road then.”
“Likely not,” Danny said. “Better put your foot down.”
I already had it against the floor. I was now compelling drivers to move out of my way left, right, and centre. Never before had I wished to be a demon or an angel, but those wings of theirs were pretty appealing right now.
I focused on the little blinking dot, praying to whoever might be listening that it wouldn’t move before we got there.
Hold on, sunshine. I’m coming for you.
Chapter 14
Matty
I’ll come for you. Remember that, Matty. I’m coming to get you.
Keep your shoes on.
Do as they say.
I’ll come for you. Remember that, Matty.
I’m coming to get you.
Hold on, sunshine.
I’m coming.
I repeated them over and over in my mind, Sebastian’s words the fragile tether holding me to reality.
The car boot they’d shoved me into smelled like damp and vomit. The thin strip of light was just enough to illuminate the coffin-sized space I was trapped in.
It was too much. I was struggling to breathe.
I closed my eyes. Squeezed them shut so I could pretend I was somewhere else.
It might’ve helped, if it hadn’t been for the rumbling noise of the tyres racing over the tarmac. Or the fact that my head bounced with every pothole. I’d caught my temple on the edge of the boot as they’d shoved me in. I wasn’t sure whether my face was wet with blood or tears.
