I don’t know why I’m doing this, but everything under my skin burns, and I ball my fist, nearly slamming it down on the damn dash.
Damn him.
I need a distraction. I check the rearview mirror, then glance over my shoulder to make sure no cars are coming, and pull away from the curb, not even bothering to put on my seatbelt.
A thud lands on Dylan’s trunk as I speed off. “Quinn!” Farrow shouts as I drive.
I spot him and Lucas in my side mirror, Lucas’s furrowed brow fading as I escape.
Spinning the wheel, I curve a right, then another, heading back after the Dodge. Aro taps away on her phone.
I’m squeezing the wheel so hard, my thumbnails press onto the tops of my fingers. “Who are you texting?”
I don’t want any interference.
“Hawke.”
Dylan hangs over the back of my seat.
“Why?” I blurt out.
“Because he’s my boyfriend.”
Yeah, he’s also invasive and domineering, and he’ll tell Lucas or my brothers what we’re doing.
But then…
I think better of it. “Tell him to scan the traffic cams.”
No harm in him being useful before he scolds us.
Taking another right, I keep my eyes peeled for pedestrians, but mostly for the car as we pass Astrophysics. I lock my gaze ahead on two red taillights cutting left. “There it is.”
Stepping on the gas, I race to catch up and close the distance between us and the Dodge.
No one speaks. The old black car coasts right ahead of us, making no move to outrun us.
“What do we do?” Dylan whispers as if it can hear us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Aro look over at me. I grind the wheel in my fists.
I’m not used to making decisions for other people. Especially out of this group.
My pulse quickens, and I’m afraid to talk or loosen my grip, because I’m shaking.
But I keep going. Following. Daring him—or her—to lead me.
Dylan’s phone connects to the car, and the next track from her playlist starts—“You Stupid Girl.” I hold back my laugh. If that isn’t a sign for me to retreat, I don’t know what is.
Staring at the lone figure in the vehicle ahead, I catch the slight movement in their rearview mirror.
They’re watching us too.
Reaching over, I switch off the headlights, my heart skipping every other beat.
“Quinn?” Aro prompts, alarmed.
The car accelerates. So do I.
