The car is right on me. I couldn’t see its lights even if they were on.
“You guys ready?” I blurt out.
“Yeah.”
Dylan whimpers, “Sure.”
I speed ahead, gaining distance, then slam on the brakes as I veer right. We skid to a halt, I turn off the car, and all of us leap out.
I spin around, the Dodge twenty feet away, but I can’t see inside because the headlights are on now. Blinding me.
I squint, holding my hand up against the glare. Is that the Dodge?
I mean, it was, but…
“Quinn?” Aro shouts.
I glance at them both. “Go!”
It can’t chase three of us.
I slam the door shut, making it look like I’m following as they bolt into the camp and all the other buildings and hiding places to choose from.
But I don’t run. Not yet. I glance behind the Dodge. Where are the other cars?
Where’s Lucas?
Just then, Farrow’s motorcycle rolls up behind the Night Rider, the Dodge’s headlights immediately dim, and Farrow’s lights spill over the scene in front of me.
And I see that it’s not a Dodge at all.
It was, but through the trees and the dark road here, it must’ve turned off. I don’t know…
Instead, Lucas opens the door of my brother’s Boss and steps out, rising up from his seat and facing me. Chin raised and not looking amused at all.
My face falls, an electric current shooting up to the top of my head.
Oh, shit.
And just like that, I’m taken back to the last time we were here together—at this camp. Only now, he’s hunting me, not helping me.
What about the Night Rider? Where did the old black car go? If Lucas saw them turn off, he decided to pursue me instead.
Twisting on the ball of my foot, I run, digging the heel of my sneakers into the damp soil. I dive into the forest, pushing away branches as I leap and race over old leaves and toward the empty cabins. Immediately, I skid around a rack of canoes and crouch down, peeking between the stacks of boats.
Training my ears, I listen for Aro or Dylan.
But they don’t call out. They could be anywhere. The astronomy tower, the archery range, the barn, the dining hall, in one of the cabins…
The showers...
Lucas appears out of the trees, not running, and somehow that’s scarier.
Farrow is nowhere to be seen.
I watch Lucas scan the area, looking right toward the main lodge and left toward the lake. He doesn’t see me in front of him, about fifty feet away.
He grabs the hem of his soaked T-shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the ground.
