Hugo Navarre could’ve taken it. Lucas probably left the keys inside when he ran after me. Without transportation, he could be in danger.
I start to get in the car. Lucas doesn’t want help. I’m not forcing myself on him anymore. Farrow is here. He’ll make sure he gets home.
But then, headlights break through the darkness down the road. Bouncing over uneven terrain, two cars race closer, and I remain still, not recognizing them until they hit fifty yards out.
Jared’s Dark Horse growls like a bear charging.
“Shit,” I hiss, slamming my door closed and backing away.
Fuck!
I could just face them. Make up something, jump in the car, and promise to get home right away. And I should warn Madoc that Lucas needs him. I wouldn’t have to tell him what I overheard on Frosted’s roof earlier—that’s Lucas’s job—but Madoc should know he’s being threatened.
The prospect of getting a clean getaway is short-lived, though. Jared won’t let me take Dylan’s car until he finds her, and even then, he or Madoc might insist on seeing me to my parents’ house themselves.
Every muscle in my legs tenses, and I ponder for only another second before I race away from the car.Dammit.
Bolting back toward the main lodge, I escape between buildings, covering myself in the darkness, under the trees. I’ll jump onto Arrowhead Trail and circle back around. By the time I make it to the cars again, they should be deep in the camp.
Horns honk behind me, my brothers probably trying to get our attention so they don’t have to interrupt something they don’t want to see. I can imagine Aro and Hawke are oblivious in the Astronomy Tower, and where do Dylan and Hunter prefer to have their little meetups? The barn? I’m sure, with all four of them spending their summers here, they know where they’ll be well-hidden.
Still, though. They won’t make Jared tear apart the summer camp looking for them. Because he would.
They’ll come to him, so I don’t have much time. Digging in my heels, I fly past the canoes I just hid behind and take a left before the showers, dashing onto the dirt trail the campers use for nature walks or to connect to Hedge Trail, which takes hikers up to the top of the falls. Pounding the thin mud, I lick the water off my lips, the rain almost a mist. Winding through the cabins and the field house, I keep my eyes moving, ready for anyone.
“Quinn!” Madoc shouts far off in the distance.
I whip my head around, but I’m alone. Dylan and Aro must still be hidden in a building, my brothers are back at the main lodge, and Lucas is gone.
I exhale, turning around.
But Farrow stands there, in my path, and I suck in a breath.Shit.I try to stop, but it’s too late. He sweeps me up. My feet leave the ground, I’m thrown over his shoulder, and in a second, I’m upside down.
“Farrow!” I cry.
I kick and try to push off his back, but he’s walking before I can get stabilized.
“Shhh.” He pats the back of my thigh. “You really want your brothers to find you? I’ve got the perfect hiding spot.”
Like hell.
He’s on Lucas’s side.
He stalks back up the small hill, taking us deeper into the forest as the rain finally stops. I twist my head side to side to see where we’re going, but my hair just sticks to my face.
“I didn’t know you were such a good friend of his,” I spit out.
I feel the laugh leave his chest before I hear it. “It may not seem like it, but I’m being your friend now too.”
Yeah, right.
Every male in my life thinks he knows what’s best for me. The bane of my existence.
Shooting upright, I plant a hand on the side of his face and shove, flailing so hard, he loses hold.
“Ah!” he growls.
I tumble out of his arms and to the ground, a small branch poking me in the ass. But I don’t wait. Flipping over, I scramble to my feet and jet off. Swinging my arms and pushing as hard as I can, I escape around trees, off-path, and between bushes.
