“Where?”
“We don’t know yet. Still following.”
I turn to Oxy, who’s been silent this whole time, watching everything with those calculating eyes. “We gotta go.”
Vincent nods, magnanimous now that he has what he wants. “Keep me updated, Koa. And remember—I need both of them.”
We leave Axel tied to that chair, his shouts following us out into the gray morning.
The third call comes when we’re halfway across town.
“They’re driving to campus.”
Campus. They’re taking her back to campus.
What. The. Fuck?
Oh.
Unless…they’re playing the long game. Let her go, let her think she’s safe, wait for her to lead them to something. Or someone.
I press down on the accelerator, weaving through traffic. Oxy braces himself with the overheadoh-shitbar but doesn’t say anything. He knows better than to question me when I’m like this.
We reach campus just as a black Mercedes sedan pulls into the liberal arts parking lot. I kill the engine two rows back, far enough that they won’t notice but close enough that I can see everything.
And then she steps out.
Lexi.
Fuck.
She’s radiant—that’s the only word for it. Her dark hair catches the sunlight, her face is flushed, and she’s smiling. Actually smiling, like she didn’t just spend the last day and a half held by the Reapers. Like everything is fine and normal and good.
What the fucking fuck?
I watch her saunter off as happy as can be. And then one of them—the fucking left wing entitled fucker, Revan—gets out and walks right up to her.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I stare.
He cups her face. Leans down. Kisses her.
Rage explodes through me like a bomb going off. Red-hot, all-consuming rage that makes my vision tunnel and my pulse thunder in my ears. She’s kissing him back. Her hands are on his chest.
She’s…
Fucking…
Kissing…
Him…
Back…
“What the fuck?” Oxy breathes beside me.
I can’t speak. Can’t think past the fury coating my throat.
She pulls away, blushing, and then he gets her number. I can see her inputting it into his phone, can see the way she smiles at him.
