He tapped something on the dash, and ahead of us, the large garage door started opening. I looked back at Nash. Beyond him, I saw people running our way.
Bastian and the others would help him. He’d be okay.
Snyder slammed his foot down on the gas. We tore out of the garage, the vehicle fishtailing as we hit the driveway. I scrambled to fasten my seatbelt. He sped down the driveway and out through the front gates.
He turned left.
“Where are we going?”
“Just shut up.”
CHAPTER 35
NASH
“Nash? Nash? Wake the hell up.”
Bastian’s annoying voice buzzed in my ear. I groaned.
I felt hands probing up my head and it hurt like hell.
I tried to slap them away and opened my eyes.
Everything was blurry for a second, then coalesced into Landon staring down at me, his face serious. The others stood behind him.
I groaned again, my head throbbing.
“He’s okay,” Landon said. “Possible concussion.”
I sat up and my skull tried to leap sideways off my neck. I grabbed my forehead with one hand. “I don’t have a concussion.”
Landon sighed. “Just because you say it, doesn’t make it true. How’s your vision?”
“Fine.” Things were still a little blurry, but I could see. I didn’t mention the monster headache I had brewing.
I blinked. That’s when our location came into focus.
We were in a garage. I saw expensive cars.
Snyder.
I stiffened. “Georgie. Where’s Georgie?” I glanced around.
“She’s alive,” Cole said, face grim.
“Where?” I staggered to my feet, and Cole grabbed my arm to help me up.
“Snyder shoved her in a lambo and sped off,” Bastian said.
My chest locked. Fuck.Fuck. “He’s got her?”
“Only until we get her back,” Bastian said.
I looked around, trying to think through the rush of fear. The garage door was open and outside, I heard the dull pops of fireworks.
I had to get to Georgie.
The nearest car was a gray McLaren GTS. That would do. I marched toward it.
