A sharp jolt cracked through my head, and for one second it felt like my whole world exploded.
Then everything lined up.
Theo.
I'd been betrayed.
It finally made sense why Lewis ended up in trouble in the first place. When I called Theo in a panic, he didn't rush to bring Lewis back. He didn't send me straight to him either. He insisted on taking a detour coming to pick me up first.
Like he needed to "protect" me.
Or like he needed to move me.
Maybe from the very beginning, he planned to get rid of me.
My mouth went dry as I stared at Yael in the dim light of the car. The road beneath us was still rough, still wrong. We weren't heading home. We weren't even heading back to the city.
We were going somewhere quiet.
Somewhere people don't scream.
My fingers dug into the blanket on my lap. The scent in the air was familiar leather, faint smoke, and something sharp underneath that made my instincts tighten. That bitter, metallic edge you smell right before trouble starts.
