Page 183 of Quiet Ones


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Come on.

“Quinn?” Dylan says behind me.

TheStopsign ahead grows bigger. I glance in the rearview mirror again. A set of headlights appears far behind the Dodge.

Lucas.

Aro chimes in again. “Quinn?”

I slam on the brakes, halting the car at the sign. Darkness looms at my left and right as we sit just before the highway.

Behind me, the vehicle crawls closer. No lights. No movement inside.

“Quinn?”

But I don’t answer Dylan. Sucking in a breath, I spin the wheel right and punch my foot so hard on the gas, I hit the floor. Tires screech under us, Dylan and Aro gasp, and we shoot off, picking up speed so fast, a gust of wind whips through the windows and into my hair.

“Quinn!” Aro shouts.

The car roars, slicing through the darkness.

Aro checks the window behind us, while Dylan’s phone rings.

“Dad?” she answers.

Uh-oh.Did Lucas call him?

No, he wouldn’t have. If my brothers are around, he can’t deal with me.

“No…” she stammers to her father. “We’re—”

She falls silent as my brother yells, and I jerk the wheel, slicing to the left, the tires grinding underneath us. Gravel kicks up under the car, and I twist the wheel right. I speed down another empty country road.

Aro rocks in her seat with the uneven path, grunting as I hit potholes.

“Oh my God. Calm down,” Dylan tells her dad. “Wh—Hello?”

Great.He hung up. Everyone will be coming.

The Dodge appears in my rearview mirror—closer.

And closer.

I dart my eyes.And closer.

It races up on my ass—one, two, three sets of headlights behind them.

“When I stop, we get out of the car and run,” I tell Aro and Dylan.

“Where?” Dylan chokes out.

But Aro replies before me. “Wherever you want Hunter to come find you.”

We toss each other a look, my grateful smile met with a wink. Everyone worries about me. Aro’s decided to play along.

Cabins peek out of the trees up ahead, the soft glow of the camp lights illuminating porches and docks. The whole place is empty until next week when the next session starts, but Jax and Juliet keep security lighting almost year-round.

Except in the dead of winter when the camp is deserted.