I walk outside, the cold air hitting my damp skin. That’s when I notice the fucking car is gone.
The spot where I parked it is empty, just gravel and tire tracks leading out to the main road.
She stole my bloody car.
I stand there for a moment, hands in my pockets, staring at the empty space. Then I shake my head, a smirk tugging at my lips despite the situation.
She’s got a thing for stealing cars, doesn’t she? First Koa’s, now mine. She’s a little thief.
Twenty minutes later, headlights cut through the darkness. Revan’s Mercedes pulls up and I’m already waiting outside, leaning against the porch railing.
He kills the engine and gets out, taking in my posture, the empty driveway, the look on my face. His expression shifts from confusion to understanding in seconds.
“What the hell happened?”
“She stole the car.”
Revan doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Just stares at me, then at the empty driveway, then back at me.
“You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
He runs a hand over his face, somewhere between frustrated and impressed. “How did she—”
“Does it matter?” I push off the railing and walk toward his car. “She’s gone. We need to find her before Gilbert does.”
Revan’s jaw tightens. He knows I’m right.
I get in the passenger seat, slamming the door harder than necessary. Revan slides behind the wheel, starting the engine. The Mercedes roars to life, headlights cutting through the darkness.
As we pull out onto the main road, Revan glances at me. “Where would she go?”
“I don’t know. She seems to only care about one thing.” I stare out the window at the trees rushing past. “Her brother. Or somewhere we’d never think to look.”
“That’s helpful.”
“She’s smart,” I say, more to myself than to him. “Too smart for her own good.”
Revan accelerates, the speedometer climbing. “If Gilbert gets to her first—”
“Yeah.” At least I de-virgin her nice ass.
“I don’t know if he’d kill her or…”
Rev doesn’t finish the sentence. I just stare at the surrounding vehicles, looking for her. With enemies on all sides, she isn’t safeShe thinks she’s escaping, thinks she’s taking control.
She has no idea she’s driving straight into the fire.
And part of me—the dark, twisted part that lives in my chest—can’t help but admire her for it.
Even if it gets her killed.
45
Lexi
Power is a funny thing.
