“She didn’t say no,” Noah retorts. “She barely speaks, thanks to you!”
“Isaid no.” Farrow cocks his head, challenging him. “Hawke bought Aro with a tattoo. You want to fuck one of us, then you know what to do.”
“You’re pissing me off.”
Farrow’s eyes gleam at Noah’s anger. “Well, whatever will you do with me, then?”
Some of Noah’s racing buddies pull him away; although, the threat stretches between his and Farrow’s gazes, and more dumb shit is going to hit the fan sooner or later.
The dancing resumes, Farrow and Codi lost in the throngs of people, and I almost think I see the Dodge far beyond Lucas, cruising to the next block. Everything’s foggy. My heart thumps against my chest.
I can’t keep my voice from cracking as I address Lucas, “I’m not your suicide note.”
He twists back to me and digs in his brows, breathless with sweat on his neck.
I won’t be his last dance on his way to self-destruct.
“Why do I feel like I don’t know you all of a sudden?” I ask more to myself. “I want someone who will fight for me. Who willalwaysfight for me.”
Whipping around, I slip through the crowd, searching for Aro and Dylan.
“Quinn!” Lucas growls behind me.
I glance back, seeing his six-three form squeezing through the partiers.
Halting in front of Dylan, I hold out my hand. “Give me your keys.”
She stops dancing and narrows her eyes, absently pulling them out of her pocket. “What are you up to?”
I snatch them, hearing Lucas behind me. “Quinn!”
I flinch, his bark turning into a bite.
“Quinn?” Dylan prompts next.
I turn back to her, but before I can reply, I blink, seeing it again. Far behind her head, on the street.
“The black Dodge,” I murmur.
Aro and Dylan turn, catching a glimpse of it as it disappears down the cross street.
“Quinn!” Lucas bellows again.
I shake my head clear. I need to get out of here.
I bolt, twisting my head around as I go to see Lucas staring me dead in the eyes as he shoves some guy out of his way. Firecrackers pop and sizzle over our heads, and he’s beautiful.His wet shirt sticks to every dip and ridge of his torso and stomach, and his jaw has a day of scruff on it. I’ve waited for this night with him practically my whole life, but it’s not him anymore. He’s hiding, he’s afraid, and he’s lying.
I run, pounding the pavement in my sneakers to where Dylan parked one of my brother’s Mustangs, both she and Aro hot on my heels.
“Quinn!” Lucas shouts.
I suck in a breath as I glance up the street, catching the Dodge’s taillights disappearing around a right-hand turn.
“What are we doing?” Aro bursts out as all of us climb into the car.
I stick the key into the ignition. “I don’t know.” I tremble. “Maybe follow that Dodge for a change.”
“Ohhh,” Dylan coos excitedly.
