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“The fuck’re you doing, Ash?” He sighs. “Why’re you feeling up a corpse?”

“I’m not ‘feeling him up’,” Ash says, rolling his eyes. “Just checking to see if he’s got anything important. Which he does, by the way. So feel free to thank me.”

Ash holds up two pairs of keys. One set of carkeys and another...

My eyes wide.

“That’s for our collars!” I say, my eyes going wide.

“You know it,” Ash says, his grin wide as he jerks the collar around his neck so the padlock is hanging in front of him.

A split second later, the metal is falling to the floor.

“Let me get hers, Rage,” Ash says,nodding to me.

Rage nods, turning me towards him.

My neck feels so much lighter than it has in months at this point, the rubbery plastic falling away and onto the floor.

Rage’s collar comes off next. Then Griffin’s.

“Thanks,” Griffin nods, hefting Rowan onto his back. “Now we get the hell out of here before the police get here.”

Ash hands me the car keys. “Your job’s really important, Shortcake. Hold onto these for me, got it?”

I nod, clutching them to my chest like they’re a treasure.

Ash picks up the sheathed knife in one hand and the gun he took from Jett’s corpse in the other.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

CHAPTER 40

Ash

Ican’t believe it.

It’s finally fucking happening.

We’re getting the fuck out of here.

“Turn left,” Rowan says over the blaring alarm. “It’s the door down the hall.”

I was tempted for a little bit to follow in Rage’s footsteps and take him out too. I’m not gonna lie, it took a lot of restraint not to.

But Mirabelle practically begged me, and the last thing I want is to stress her out anymore by killing herhalf-bondmate.

He’s holding himself together surprisingly well, considering he was shot and just witnessed his brother’s limbs nearly get torn from their sockets. And at least he’s making himself useful now.

The cold night air slaps me in the face as I push the door Rowan guides us to open.

“The car’s over there,” Rowan says, pointing to a pickup truck.

“Everyone get in,” I snap, wrenching open the driver’s side door.

I stare down at the console in front of me in bewilderment. Where the hell am I supposed to put the key?

Wait a second, where the hell is the actual key?