“We’re an hour away. Do you even know what direction is the right way?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t be that confident if I were you. It’s going to cost you alongwalk back.”
He did this on purpose. Drove me away and confused me with all those turns, so he could force me to talk to him.
I swing around to face him. “I don’t want to talk to you, Makhi.”
“Tough shit.”
I resume my long walk back to the mansion, hoping I’m going in the right direction. We went uphill and briefly downhill as well, so as much as I hope I’m going the right way, I’m not a hundred percent sure I am.
“Are you sure you want to commit to that direction?” he calls after me, amused. “`Cause I wouldn’t if I were you.”
I take a few more steps, then I stop as my doubt—and his confidence—makes me second-guess myself.
Nothing looks familiar. It’s fifty-fifty whether I’m even going in the right direction. My luck has never been good. Other than that miracle window I used to run from Jeremiah, and landing in a house where Nash hired me without wanting to see a resume I didn’t have, nothing has worked out.
Do I really want to risk walking and learn an hour later that I was going the wrong way?
I turn around.
Makhi hasn’t moved from beside the bike. He has his arms crossed and a smirk on his handsome face that makes me want to shove him.
I lift my chin. “Tell me which way I have to go.”
“No.”
“I hate you,” I say.
He cocks. “So come over here and hate me.”
I want to hit him like I did on the roof, but that isn’t me, so I turn around and keep walking.
Chapter 21
Makhi
This isn’t working.
Byrdie is walking away. She’s not getting pissed at me or even wanting to talk.
She’s shutting me out when I thought I gave her no room to maneuver.
“Byrdie!” I call, trailing her down the road.
“You’re just trying to get in my head,” she calls back without looking. “This is the right way back.”
“No, it’s not,” I call out, letting her hear my amusement.
“Yes, it?—”
Pop.
Gravel skitters on the ground inches beside her, and she stops, angling her head to look. From her profile, she’s frowning. “What was?—”
I tackle her.
