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Since Kyler couldn’t answer my earlier question, I ask Maciah. “Is this River, as in Dawsyn’s best friend?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?” he questions immediately.
“Don’t worry. I’m not about to drop another bomb on you,” I reply. “But you’ve already had one traitor. I needed to be sure we can trust this guy. Since I trust Dawsyn, then we can do the same for River.”
Not that they needed my approval, but my cooperation is probably appreciated and this was the only way they were going to get it.
“I’ll give River as much time as I’m able,” I add. “If he doesn’t have something to tell me about my family soon, then I’m going into that pack with or without the support of either of you.”
I swear I can hear the vampire’s teeth grinding. “Would you care to add anything helpful or just give us an ultimatum?”
“Tell River to pick a fight with one of Astor’s top guards,” I say. “He’ll need to be prepared to kill him if he wants an in. The best way to get noticed by a psychopath is to be one yourself.”
There’s a stretch of silence between the three of us. I’m sure they weren’t expecting me to suggest murder, but that’s the only option we’re left with if they have any hope of making this work quickly.
“Thank you, Sophie,” Maciah finally says. “I’ll be in touch.”
“And I’ll be on the run. Again,” I say with a sigh.
This isn’t my first choice, but I can’t deny as my eyes meet Kyler’s that my heart is more than happy that I won’t be alone this time.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kyler
As soon as we’re off the phone, I begin throwing all of our shit into bags and Sophie helps me carry them out to the car. I have no idea where we’re going to go, and we don’t have any more cloaking spells, so we need to move quickly before someone picks up our scent.
Once everything we need is loaded up, I move toward the driver’s seat, but Sophie steals the keys from my hand. “I’ve got this.”
My head tilts to the side. “Not that I don’t believe you do, but what’s your plan?”
“You’ll see.” She smirks and slides into the driver’s seat, closing the door.
Right. I guess I will.
Moving with urgency, I get to the other side of the car and give the area another cursory glance. I don’t sense any supernaturals, and I don’t see any eyes peeking through from the trees beyond the motel. Still, I don’t like knowing that Astor’s men have a head start on us.
Getting in, I slam the door. “Go.”
“Already on it.” Sophie’s foot hits the gas, making the tires squeal, and there’s a grin on her face that tells me she’s going to enjoy this little race more than I would have thought.
She gets to the main road and heads east. “Where are you going?” I ask since that’s the direction back to the pack.
“To our next hideout,” she says casually, pressing harder on the accelerator.
“Sophie.”
She deepens her voice, mocking me. “Kyler.”
“What is your plan?”
She chuckles. “You sure ask a lot of questions when you’re nervous. Don’t you trust me?”
The car is nearing ninety. It’s early enough that the sun hasn’t even risen and we’re not in a big city, so the roads are mostly clear, but she’ll be drawing attention we don’t need if we pass the wrong people.
“You know I do,” I say, trying to hide my frustration. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know what we’re doing when there are people after us who want us dead.”
“We’re sitting in a car,” she quips, having too much fun with this.