Maybe if my legs hadn’t stuttered mid-step, I’d have pulled it off.
Kai throws me an incredulous look, snorts, and shoves his way out of GAZ like we just set fire to the place.
I flip off Abigail with a scowl, but she just wiggles her fingers at me, a frosty smile on her mouth.
Fucking bitch.
Outside, Kai’s already marching toward our Airbnb.
“Kai—”
“How long?”
I have to jog to catch up. “How long what?”
He stops so abruptly I run into him. “When did he give it to you, Haven?”
My mouth works for a second before I blurt out, “I was going to?—”
“Jesus.” He storms off again, his long legs eating up the distance. I’m left with no choice but to scurry after him like a lost dog. Kai told me it would take less than twenty minutes to walk back to the Airbnb, but I had no idea he was going to be going at this pace.
“Kai, slow down!”
No dice.
“I was going to give it back!”
He just keeps walking.
“Or throw it away,” I add meekly.
“Then why didn’t you?” he growls when I finally match his speed.
“Because—” I blow out a breath. “I don’t know. I just…I thought I could sell it or something.”
It’s a half-truth, and somehow he knows it.
Sure, I could score a few bucks from selling the thing. But I kept it because it felt like insurance. An emergency plan, if all else failed. A way back to the man I knew I should hate more than anything in the world…but who I couldn’t get out of my fucking head.
Which is fucked up in about seventeen different ways.
Kai’s jaw works. I guess he finished his sucker, but it looks like he needs a new one. “You know he’s been tracking you with that thing this whole fucking time, right?”
How could I forget? Bastianalwayshas an ulterior motive.
“Fuck.” I yank the phone back out of my tote, hands shaking. “Should I like dismantle it or something?”
“Don’t bother.” Kai shifts the duffel bags, glancing at the phone. “Those don’t have removable batteries.”
“You really think he’s been tracking me this whole time?”
“Us.And yeah. Of fucking course he has.”
“Fuck!” I stare at the phone like it’s about to detonate in my hand. “What do I do?”
“Get rid of it.” Kai gives me a condescending once over, then snorts and shakes his head. “Can’t, can you?”
It suddenly feels like I’m running through fucking tar. Kai keeps walking, not looking back, still shaking his head as he fumbles in his pocket for another sucker.
