“Elowyn!” I roar.
That fear again. Fuck.Fuck.
Black dots swim at the edges of my vision as panic threatens to swallow me whole.
Can’t have that. Got to focus. Got to keep driving if I want to save the love of my life. My goddamn soulmate.
“Talking time’s over,” Barclay says, sounding pleased.
“The hell it is.”
“Uh, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one running the show, bestie. Not you. Not ever again.”
Killing my parents’ murderer was a necessity.
Watching Barclay take his last breath will be a fucking pleasure.
“What do you want?” I’m barely done asking when lightning splits the sky.
The last thing I need is for it to start raining on my drive there. I can’t afford to slow down.Can’t.
Thunder follows, then light rain patters on the windshield. Fuck.
“I’m texting you an address.”
My phone vibrates. A click on my center display and it lights up with a text from an unknown number.
“Got it.” I punch in the address, dividing my attention between the road ahead and the phone. “On my way.”
“You have your driver’s license on you?”
“Yeah.” At the strange question, I scowl. “Why?”
“Because you and I are going on a little road trip.”
“Not without Elowyn.” The moment I spit it out, I have to bite back a laugh.
As if that matters.
The only place Barclay is going is to an early grave.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I had no idea you were so clingy, man.” He laughs. Just him.
The other two’s silence is suspicious as fuck. I’ll worry about it later.
“A trip where?” Needing to hear what’s going on in that room, I keep him on the line.
“To whoever handles your money. Your bank manager, advisor, I don’t give a fuck.” He groans in pain. Has probably aggravated his wound. Good. “We’re gonna walk in theretogether. You’ll tell them to move every last one of the lowlife’s dollars into my account. Consider it going back to someone who actually deserves it.”
He sounds entitled, and yet I don’t miss the desperation leaking into every word.
Ten years ago, I would’ve felt sorry for him.
Unfortunately for Barclay, we’re way past that.
Way,waypast that.
A vicious smirk tugs at my lips.
