Page 46 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

“Fuck, this cloak and dagger shit is going to give me a heart attack.” Kenz smiles. “Thank you for not tasing me.”

“I don’t have a Taser.” I shrug.

“You should. Or a shiv or something to protect yourself. This shit is getting scary, H.” Kenz keeps walking, and I keep following.

“How did you know my word?”

When she doesn’t answer right away, I stop walking. She stops and looks back at me and then beyond me at the car.

“She was worried you wouldn’t trust me and even if you did, she was worried you wouldn’t come.” Kenz jerks her head toward the forest. “She’s here, H. She worried you’d think she wants to run off with you and leave the guys behind.”

Mom? Is that why she’s here? I take a step back and Kenz shakes her head.

“Just come. Talk with her. This plan is to keep both of you safe.” Kenz comes up and takes my hand in hers. “I couldn’t say anything because we can’t be sure with the bugs.”

I rub my ring with my finger and look back over my shoulder at the car in the distance. Something tells me this is going to be like the journey into the woods with my mother. At some point, will the guys not be able to find me?

Nico

Fucking drugs. I wake up groggy and look at the time. It’s past four, but Harper isn’t here. There aren’t any new messages from her either. Sitting up, I drink some water to help with the dry mouth the drugs cause and to help clear my head.

I scroll to the phone location app and try to pull up her cell phone. Nothing. Last position was thirty minutes ago at the high school.

My heart sinks. Fuck. Did she run out of battery? Or did she turn it off or did someone turn it off for her? I sit up in the bed and pull up the app Jack downloaded for us that tracks Harper’s ring.

When her dot comes up, it’s not in a place I recognize. I take a screenshot in case it disappears too and then zoom out. According to this, she’s in the middle of nowhere. I scrub my hand over my face.

Fuck.

I need to think. The guys are at practice, and I’m stuck here in bed. I can’t drive. They won’t answer their phones until after practice two hours from now.

I pick up my phone and text my mom.

Me:

Where are you?

Mom:

Just got to the grocery store. Do you need anything?

Yeah, but not anything she can buy. I need to get to Harper or the guys. I can’t help her in my current state.

After I tell Mom I don’t need anything, I struggle to figure out what to do. I have the guys’ and Harper’s number. A few guys on the football team, which also wouldn’t work, and my art project partner, fucking Angela Harris.

She’s going with Tanner to Homecoming, but she was still interested in me on Friday. Showing off her cleavage and laughing at everything I say. I don’t want to encourage her, but I don’t have a lot of options.

Fuck. I run a hand through my hair.

Me:

I need a favor

She doesn’t answer right away, but the dots come up. I could have her pick me up, but then I’m at her mercy. What I need is for her to tell the guys that they need to figure out where the hell Harper is.

Angela:

You know I’m always willing to do anything for you