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.Jace shrugged. They won t catch us. Heturned onto the road too fast and we 718/839fishtailed, but then the car straightened andshot away from the house.I glanced back tosee that so far, at least we were not beingfollowed.Malone would send his enforcersafter us, but with any luck, theirs were thetires I d slashed, and it would take a fewminutes for them to regroup.I stared out the window at the trees as theyraced past, afternoon sunlight blinding me inthe gaps.Thoughts tumbled over themselvesin my mind, but because I couldn t focus onthem, they were more like background staticthan true cacophony.I was beyond the capa-city for rational thought.Too stunned tofocus.In a matter of minutes, everything hadchanged for the worse.My days of blendinginto crowds were over, and I d be lucky ifMarc ever spoke to me again.And it wouldtake a miracle to keep him from trying to kill 719/839Jace the moment he had time to indulge hisrage.Two long, tense minutes later, we turnedfrom Malone s street onto the narrow, badlymaintained road that cut through the woodsand up the side of the nearest hill. About amile and a quarter, Marc said. On an over-grown trail on your right. Jace nodded acknowledgement. What did you do to Dean? Marc asked, andI twisted in my seat to face them both, horri-fied all over again by the purple swelling tak-ing over the right side of Jace s head.He hesitated, as if he were considering hisanswer.Finally, he exhaled heavily. Let sjust say Colin Dean and the Joker now bearmore than a passing resemblance. 720/839Marc nodded curtly, then stared out his win-dow.I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn tlook up, though the tension in his posturesaid he knew I was watching him.Several minutes later, we turned right andpulled to a stop behind the rented Pathfind-er.We scrambled out of the car and I trans-ferred all of our stuff while Marc put the restof his clothes on and Jace tossed Lance intothe cargo hold, still bound and unconscious,but breathing.We shot him up with one ofthe tranquilizers to keep him quiet.Then webacked out of the drive and onto the road,this time with Marc behind the wheel and mein the passenger seat.As we pulled onto the highway, I tried totouch his arm, but he jerked away from me,and my heart broke all over again.And guiltwas like salt rubbed in the wound. 721/839 Are we going to talk about this? I asked,and Jace went still in the backseat. No. But a second later, Marc s fist slammedinto the dashboard, leaving a sizable dentand a smear of blood. Fuck! You two haveincredible timing. I swallowed thickly, wincing over my bruisedthroat, and refrained from reminding himthat it was actually Dean s timing.Marc stared out the windshield for severalminutes, his hands so tight around the wheelthat his knuckles were white.His neck wastense and flushed.I stared at my lap, mystomach churning, my heart one big, hollowache.I didn t know what to say.Didn t knowif there was anything I could do to make itbetter.Or at least not make it worse.Finally, Marc glanced in the rearview mirror,and I twisted to see Jace returning his gaze 722/839steadily. You re getting out as soon as wecross the border, Marc growled throughgritted teeth. If you re lucky, I ll stop thecar.I want you off the ranch by the time weget back with Kaci. No& I began, but Jace spoke over me, hisvoice calm and firm. That s not your call. Marc growled again and dug in his pocket. Fine. He dropped his phone in my lap. Call your dad.Let s get his opinion. Marc, please don t do this. I wiped tearsfrom my eyes with my jacket sleeve, flinchingat the sting in my cheek. Don t drag every-one else into this.Not now.Think about thegood of the Pride. Is that what you were thinking about? Hedemanded, and the speedometer crept 723/839toward eighty-five. Are you thinking aboutthe good of the Pride when you re fuckinghim? I glanced at Jace, and the car lurched for-ward again Marc s temper directly affectedthe weight of his right foot. It s not likethat, I said finally. It was only once. I knew something was different. Hepunched the dash again, and a new dent ap-peared, with even more blood. But I neverthought you d go that far& Marc ground histeeth together so hard I could hear them overthe road noise, and I cringed. And you toldDean about it? Jace huffed, and the wheel groaned beneathMarc s hands. Alex made a lucky guess. And now the whole world will know, Marcspat. 724/839I felt my face flush.He was right.Malonewould use my infidelity against my father,and against our entire Pride. Marc, I m so sorry&. Save it, he snapped. We re going to con-centrate on getting Kaci back for now.Butafter that, we will deal with this. He glaredinto the rearview mirror again, and Jacenodded firmly. Looking forward to it. Twenty-NineWe drove in miserable silence for nearly twohours, exhausted, angry, and tense beyondwords.And to say that I got the least of the physicalpain would be putting it mildly. 725/839The gash on Marc s left side was nasty.Notas long or as deep as my arm had been, butmuch worse than my cheek.Jace s head was still swollen and discolored,and he moved stiffly, trying to spare his ribsfrom any unnecessary movement.I turned tocheck the dilation of his pupils every fifteenminutes or so.I also kept the music crankedand my window cracked, hoping the cold andthe noise would keep him awake until I wassure he didn t have a concussion.In spite of our injuries or maybe because ofthem we didn t feel safe enough to stop forfirst-aid supplies until we were more than ahundred miles from Malone s property.Andeven then, we hesitated, both because wewere still in the heart of enemy territory andbecause none of us was exactly presentable.In the end, we decided Jace should do theshopping, because with the bill of his hat 726/839twisted to cover the side of his head, he wasthe one least likely to prompt a call to the au-thorities [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Jace shrugged. They won t catch us. Heturned onto the road too fast and we 718/839fishtailed, but then the car straightened andshot away from the house.I glanced back tosee that so far, at least we were not beingfollowed.Malone would send his enforcersafter us, but with any luck, theirs were thetires I d slashed, and it would take a fewminutes for them to regroup.I stared out the window at the trees as theyraced past, afternoon sunlight blinding me inthe gaps.Thoughts tumbled over themselvesin my mind, but because I couldn t focus onthem, they were more like background staticthan true cacophony.I was beyond the capa-city for rational thought.Too stunned tofocus.In a matter of minutes, everything hadchanged for the worse.My days of blendinginto crowds were over, and I d be lucky ifMarc ever spoke to me again.And it wouldtake a miracle to keep him from trying to kill 719/839Jace the moment he had time to indulge hisrage.Two long, tense minutes later, we turnedfrom Malone s street onto the narrow, badlymaintained road that cut through the woodsand up the side of the nearest hill. About amile and a quarter, Marc said. On an over-grown trail on your right. Jace nodded acknowledgement. What did you do to Dean? Marc asked, andI twisted in my seat to face them both, horri-fied all over again by the purple swelling tak-ing over the right side of Jace s head.He hesitated, as if he were considering hisanswer.Finally, he exhaled heavily. Let sjust say Colin Dean and the Joker now bearmore than a passing resemblance. 720/839Marc nodded curtly, then stared out his win-dow.I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn tlook up, though the tension in his posturesaid he knew I was watching him.Several minutes later, we turned right andpulled to a stop behind the rented Pathfind-er.We scrambled out of the car and I trans-ferred all of our stuff while Marc put the restof his clothes on and Jace tossed Lance intothe cargo hold, still bound and unconscious,but breathing.We shot him up with one ofthe tranquilizers to keep him quiet.Then webacked out of the drive and onto the road,this time with Marc behind the wheel and mein the passenger seat.As we pulled onto the highway, I tried totouch his arm, but he jerked away from me,and my heart broke all over again.And guiltwas like salt rubbed in the wound. 721/839 Are we going to talk about this? I asked,and Jace went still in the backseat. No. But a second later, Marc s fist slammedinto the dashboard, leaving a sizable dentand a smear of blood. Fuck! You two haveincredible timing. I swallowed thickly, wincing over my bruisedthroat, and refrained from reminding himthat it was actually Dean s timing.Marc stared out the windshield for severalminutes, his hands so tight around the wheelthat his knuckles were white.His neck wastense and flushed.I stared at my lap, mystomach churning, my heart one big, hollowache.I didn t know what to say.Didn t knowif there was anything I could do to make itbetter.Or at least not make it worse.Finally, Marc glanced in the rearview mirror,and I twisted to see Jace returning his gaze 722/839steadily. You re getting out as soon as wecross the border, Marc growled throughgritted teeth. If you re lucky, I ll stop thecar.I want you off the ranch by the time weget back with Kaci. No& I began, but Jace spoke over me, hisvoice calm and firm. That s not your call. Marc growled again and dug in his pocket. Fine. He dropped his phone in my lap. Call your dad.Let s get his opinion. Marc, please don t do this. I wiped tearsfrom my eyes with my jacket sleeve, flinchingat the sting in my cheek. Don t drag every-one else into this.Not now.Think about thegood of the Pride. Is that what you were thinking about? Hedemanded, and the speedometer crept 723/839toward eighty-five. Are you thinking aboutthe good of the Pride when you re fuckinghim? I glanced at Jace, and the car lurched for-ward again Marc s temper directly affectedthe weight of his right foot. It s not likethat, I said finally. It was only once. I knew something was different. Hepunched the dash again, and a new dent ap-peared, with even more blood. But I neverthought you d go that far& Marc ground histeeth together so hard I could hear them overthe road noise, and I cringed. And you toldDean about it? Jace huffed, and the wheel groaned beneathMarc s hands. Alex made a lucky guess. And now the whole world will know, Marcspat. 724/839I felt my face flush.He was right.Malonewould use my infidelity against my father,and against our entire Pride. Marc, I m so sorry&. Save it, he snapped. We re going to con-centrate on getting Kaci back for now.Butafter that, we will deal with this. He glaredinto the rearview mirror again, and Jacenodded firmly. Looking forward to it. Twenty-NineWe drove in miserable silence for nearly twohours, exhausted, angry, and tense beyondwords.And to say that I got the least of the physicalpain would be putting it mildly. 725/839The gash on Marc s left side was nasty.Notas long or as deep as my arm had been, butmuch worse than my cheek.Jace s head was still swollen and discolored,and he moved stiffly, trying to spare his ribsfrom any unnecessary movement.I turned tocheck the dilation of his pupils every fifteenminutes or so.I also kept the music crankedand my window cracked, hoping the cold andthe noise would keep him awake until I wassure he didn t have a concussion.In spite of our injuries or maybe because ofthem we didn t feel safe enough to stop forfirst-aid supplies until we were more than ahundred miles from Malone s property.Andeven then, we hesitated, both because wewere still in the heart of enemy territory andbecause none of us was exactly presentable.In the end, we decided Jace should do theshopping, because with the bill of his hat 726/839twisted to cover the side of his head, he wasthe one least likely to prompt a call to the au-thorities [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]