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I squeeze my eyes closed and go within.

I’d seen Forrest Gump when I was little, and there was a scene where a frightened girl prayed for God to help her escape. After that, whenever I hid in my closet, I made up a prayer of my own.

Somewhere safe. Somewhere far away. Please, God, take me somewhere safe.

I’d whisper it over and over until I believed maybe He could hear me.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Cole

Istare at Jackson like he has two heads. “Who did you say I was sharing a room with?”

“Carver and Carson.”

Carver groans. “Oh, my god, all they’re going to do is fight.”

“That’s why I put you in there with them. Keep their asses out of trouble.”

We’ve come up North to enjoy the hospitality of the NorCal Chapter. I thought a little road time would do me good, but all I keep thinking about is the journal Luna accidentally left in my room today.

I tried not to read it. Really, I did, but I just had to know what was inside.

It was a journal of their travels to Ireland, but it was more than that.

Luna wrote her love story.

My brother’s love story.

God, I’ve been such a gigantic dick.

I stopped reading when I got to the part where things started to go wrong for them. I look over at my brother. He’s checked his phone a hundred times since we got here.

Elijah comes over and whispers something in Jackson’s ear.

Jackson nods. “Well, I’ll leave you boys to it.”

“Wait,” Carver yells, jumping up from his seat. “About Nyx.”

“I still don’t know anything. My guess is they’ve left town.”

Jackson is trying desperately to get away, but Carver is literally hanging onto his arm.

“Hey, we hear the twins got a new woman …” One of the guys from the NorCal Chapter yells across the parking lot.

My head snaps in his direction. “What the fuck did he just say?” I ask Elijah.

His eyes light up. “Well, I think he just accused you and your brother of sharing.”

I’m up and out of my seat so goddamn fast, I don’t even process what I’m doing.

“What the fuck did you say?” I ask the guy who was spouting his shit.

He laughs, holding his hands up in the air. “Hey, no offense.”

“Luna is my brother’s old lady. Get your fucking facts straight.”

“That’s not word on the street. Word is, Luna pays special visits to your room.”