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Samara locked eyes with me then, her brows furrowed. I was expecting her to argue but to my utmost surprise, she sighed dryly and offered me a gentle nod before she leaned back in her seat, returning her attention back to the window.
“I’m hungry too,” said Isaac, who was sitting in the passenger seat, scrolling through whatever social media he’d pulled up, his voice tight and barely suppressing his rage.
“Phantom?”
I bobbed my head when Rhett looked over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, I could eat.”
Rhett made a small detour to a cheap burger joint and within ten minutes we were back at the academy. Samara wasted no time unbuckling herself and hopping out, letting out a painful hiss when her feet landed on the pavement.
“Are you—”
“Please just fucking stop,” she irritability snapped before I rounded over to her side, her hands clutching her ribs. “I’m fine.”
You’re not fucking fine,my inner voice angrily bellowed through my head, but I sucked in a breath and backed away from her, watching as she practically limped through the parking lot and toward the front entrance, her hands hugged even tighter around her midsection.
“What should we do?” Rhett asked, a miserable frown on his face.
“I’ll handle it,” I said, catching the scowl Isaac was giving me. He could frankly kiss my fucking ass for all I cared. Out of the three of us, Isaac and Rhett had been spending a hell of a lot more time with her than I have. It was my turn now. “I’ll make sure she eats and gets settled in.”
Rhett immediately approved and grabbed the fast-food bag trapped in Isaac’s grasp, reaching in and pulling out the extra bag he’d asked for at the drive-thru. He deposited mine and Samara’s food inside and then handed it over to me.
“Are you going to tell her about Jace?” he asked.
I chewed nervously on my snakebites, nodding.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Maybe it would be better to wait a few days. Let her cool off first and then we can tell her together.”
I shook my head, sighing. “No. I’ll tell her. Better to get it over with now so we can avoid getting stabbed in our dicks later.”
“Fabulous idea,” Isaac did not hesitate to agree. “Good luck with that.”
“Yeah, man,” Rhett said, frowning. “Good luck.”
I nodded. After what went down tonight and with the mood Samara was in, something told me I was going to need it. She was going to lose her fucking mind.
I sighed and followed Samara’s path, knowing she had to be inside and reached the elevators by now. Even though the phony fuck didn’t deserve my concern, my mind couldn’t help but worry about Father and the crew too. Thanks to Samara bursting out of the locker room after their little chat, demanding we take her home, we didn’t stay for the meeting. I imagined Father was likely catching hell from the gang.
Gritting my teeth, I paused outside the elevators and whipped out my phone, texting him.
Everything okay with the crew?
I tapped the UP button on the elevator and waited, my phone dinging a moment later.
Do pigs fucking fly?
I sighed.
Then came another text.
Everything is as I expected it would be, but things will fall into place as they should.
It wasn’t the most comforting response, but if anyone knew how to sway the crew and keep things somewhat civilized, it was Father. Assuming Prim and Sharkey learned their lessons tonight, they’d back him and keep shit contained.
I stepped inside the elevator when it opened and put my phone away, tapping the button to Samara’s floor. When it opened, I stepped out, looking up to see Samara’s door slam shut. I dashed as fast as I could for her room and sighed with relief when the knob twisted in my hand.
I shut the door behind me, my focus locked on Samara who was standing in the living room in her sports bra and shorts, her arms and hands shaking as she struggled to peel the compression wrap off of her.
“Hang on,” I said, rushing over and placing our food down on the center table. “Let me help you with that.”
