He scoffed. “I’m totally fine.”
“Yeah? Then that’s some other person I saw dangling over the edge of a window in Montreal?”
Will deflated.Shit.“You saw that, huh?” He plowed over his brother’s outraged exclamation. “I’m fine! I had help. Ihavehelp. Between him and Reed I’ve got more help than I know what to do with. We’re completely safe, Baby Boy, I swear.”
“You almost fell out of a window over a hundred feet off the ground. How is that safe?”
“Cole wasn’t going to let me fall,” Will said confidently.
There was another pause, then—“Cole, huh?”
Will groaned. “Stop.”
“You’re on a first-name basis with this guy now?”
“No.” He sighed. “Yes. But only because I’m pushy.”
“So he’s an ally?”
There was a lot inherent in that word, and yet it still wasn’t complete enough to describe exactly what Cole was…or could be. But he could give Davey this much, at least. “Yes. I promise. We’re good.”
Davey sighed, and Will knew he’d won the battle. “Text me, asshole.”
“I will.”
“Or I’ll sic Ellie on you. Tell her you’re not coming to her next birthday party.”
“You’re amonster.”
“Worse, I’m your brother. I mean it, too.”
Will knew he did. “I’ll text, I swear.”
“Good. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Davey ended the call, and Will smiled down at his phone for a second before he put it in his pocket.Phew.One source of stress handled. Now to shower, get some breakfast, and?—
Reed burst back through the door just as Will got to the top of the stairs. “We’ve got a problem,” he said, his eyes even bigger than usual.
“Uh, yeah?” They had, like, ninety-nine of them, but?—
“Get packed,” Cole said from inside as he stood up. “We’ve got to leave.”
Will frowned. “Why?”
“Because someone is afterusnow.”
CHAPTER 12
This wasnothow things were supposed to happen.
Okay, so nothing had happened according to any semblance of any plan since Cole and Mother had walked into Alders’s party. It had been nonstop chaos and fuckery since shortly after Mother’s first cubism monologue of the night.
But in a matter of very few days, Cole’s entire world had gone off its fucking rails in ways it never should have, and there was no end in sight.
Case in point—he was now white-knuckling the steering wheel of a piece-of-shit rental car, speeding as much as Vermont’s twisty roads allowed, after getting an uncharacteristically panicked text from Lilith.
