“They were just trying to help me, Elle. I don’t know.”
“How did you even end up with them?”
I let the silence fall between us as I watch the houses of Callum’s neighborhood disappear.
“I don’t know,” I say. I don’t want to delve into details right now. “Can you just take me home?”
She scoffs, “You want to go home?”
I nod.
Elle’s quiet for a moment. Then she sighs. “Okay.”
I stare out the window as we drive. The streets blur past.
My heart flutters.
I’m going back.
Back to my dad. Back to Zinnia.
And I don’t know if that makes me brave or stupid.
But it’s inevitable.
I pray that it’s not as bad as I think it will be.
Chapter Twelve: Jax
Tigerlily gets in the car without looking back.
The car pulls away from the curb, and I know why she won’t look back. She’s not going to Elle’s.
“She’s going home.”
Callum turns to me. “How do you know?”
I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck!”
“Let’s follow them,” Zephyr says.
We all look at each other for half a second. Then we’re moving, racing to the car. Door’s slamming. Engine roaring to life.
Within seconds, we’re chasing after them.
“What makes you so sure she’s going home?” Callum asks from the back seat.
“They’re up there,” Zephyr says, pointing ahead.
I turn down another road.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Zephyr twists in his seat. “I thought we were following them.”
“I remember where she lives.”
Silence fills the car.
I cut through back streets. Take shortcuts. We loop around and come at it from the opposite direction—the direction they won’t come from.
