Yanking hard, I dragged him within an inch of my face. “What the fuck did you do?”
He raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking down to where I choked him before waiting expectantly to be released.
“If anything happens to her?—”
“What?” Morty asked, his smug tone testing the last of my patience. “You’ll run off and tell someone, but do nothing to stop it yourself?”
My eyes widened.
He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right.”
I released him, stepping back and scanning the party again for Kingston and Landon.
“Better run fast, baby brother.”
Rearing back, my right fist connected with his jaw. Then I jabbed the left up into his chin. I pulled back to punch him in the stomach, but he hunched forward before I could. Expecting it. Ready for it.
But when he ran at me, I was ready.
I slammed my elbow down into his skull right before he tackled me. Thrown back, I hit the ground and pushed him off me. Scrambling to my feet. Spitting on his unconscious back.
And leaving him there to go after her.
I ran into a girl as I was rushing through the party, disregarding her wide-eyed stare as I tugged free of her grip and hunted for Kingston and Landon, but when I didn’t find them, I raced for the garage.
As I passed the empty shed near the garage, Kingston pulled away in a car. He’d be heading for the tunnels. Landon had to be on the bike.
There was only one other way to go. One other way to help.
I grabbed the keys of the closest car. The one I’d stolen the day I got Quinn arrested.
Gripping the chain around my neck, I sent one prayer up to anyone listening. Because if anything happened to Quinn Everly, I’d burn the world down.
And there’d be no coming back for any of us.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“Quinn!” His voice sounded in the distance, coming from behind me. “Quinn, answer me!”
“Landon?” I shouted, and my voice echoed off the tunnel walls. Footsteps pounded on the stone floor behind me. “Landon, is that you?”
His footsteps grew closer. “Quinn!”
He came into view suddenly. Face stricken, hair wild, fear colored his expression as he ran straight for me.
I didn’t know why he’d come, but something was wrong.
My pulse skyrocketed, and I rushed forward to meet him. My first thoughts were of Gia.
“What’s wrong?” I threw myself into his open arms. “Oh god, Landon. What’s happened? Is Gia?—”
“She’s fine,” he breathed, hands stroking my hair, my face, everywhere he could reach. “You’re alright.”
I pulled back, scanning him for a sign of what was wrong. “Of course, I am. What—Landon, what happened?”
He panted, tugging me into his chest as I stroked my hands over his back. “Gia found Kingston and me. She said you’d gone to the tunnels. We didn’t know if you’d figured out the last clue.”
“Of course, I did! I wouldn’t have come this far if I wasn’t—” I bit my lip. “Okay, fine. I totally wasn’t one-hundred percent sure, but I was pretty sure!”
