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“No one’s going to prison except Garth,” Silver says solemnly, patting my arm like I’m a little kid. “And that’s only if Rage lets him live. Trust me on that, sweetheart.”

I shiver once we get outside even though it’s August and probably ninety degrees.

“We have to get her to a hospital,” Grim says.

“We have to go after Elliott,” I insist. “Please. I can’t rest until I see him.”

“Let me see your foot,” Metal says when Grim puts me in the back of an SUV.

“Hey, Luna. Glad you’re okay.” Eric nods, smiling at me.

Okay, now the SUV makes sense. Elliott would have taken his.

“Get me the first aid kit!” Metal yells to Silver, who nods.

The next few minutes are a little uncomfortable but Metal cleans the wound as best he can, puts some kind of antibiotic ointment on it, and then bandages it. It won’t last long but at least long enough for us to find Elliott.

That’s all I care about.

I have too many things I want to tell him—and I don’t want to do it while he’s in jail. Or worse.

I have no idea what happened to my shoes, but someone produces what appears to be a clean pair of socks, so I put them on and then settle in the back seat.

“I hate to be a bother,” I say quietly, “but I need to go back in the house or I’m going to pee my pants.”

Grim reaches out a hand to help me out of the SUV, and I somehow speed walk across the yard, back into the house, and search every wall until I find a bathroom.

I use the facilities and wash my hands, but don’t touch anything else, and walk back outside shaking the excess water off.

“I’ll be damned if I touch one of his towels,” I mutter. “Probably have creepy cooties.”

Silver laughs. “I like her.”

“Water?” Eric produces a bottle and I guzzle the whole thing down.

“Thank you,” I whisper. Grim gets in beside me, Eric gets behind the wheel, and Metal sits in the passenger seat.

Then we hit the road.

“Daniil just sent me Rage’s location,” Eric says. “We can catch them if I step on it.”

I stare out the window, my heart pounding. I’m sure it’s just adrenaline, but I’m not even a little bit tired now. All I can think about is making sure Elliott is okay. I know he’s as tough as they come, but Garth isn’t just a former fighter. He’s a rapist, a thief, a kidnapper, and who knows what else. If he can find a way to hurt Elliott, he will. And if something happens to him, it will be my fault.

And I can’t live with that.

My past is my cross to bear—not his.

Chapter Forty-Two

Rage

I’m driving like a bat out of hell when I catch up to Garth, but to my surprise, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere. Once he realized I was behind him, he slowed down to the legal speed limit and has been driving along this random side street like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

I can’t quite figure out his game, but if he thinks he’s leading me into a trap, he’s sorely mistaken. Someone is taking care of Luna—I’m positive of that—but the others will have my back. Garth can’t possibly believe he’s going to get away with what he did. Or that I won’t make him pay.

Or maybe that’s what he’s counting on.

Sometimes even the most evil men know when to call it quits.