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“Fuck,” he ground out. Then, he turned and walked out.

“You called the cops?” Bailey asked, fear suddenly registering.

“Yeah. We have to get out of here.”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house. Xavier’s fancy sports car zipped away just as I got her to the car. He hadn’t even told anyone else that the cops were coming. What an asshole.

I forced Bailey into the car. My anger mounting every second that she fought me along the way. I wanted to kick and scream and rage at her. But I was just so relieved that she wasn’t dead. All I could do was buckle her seat belt and drive away.

There would be time for my anger.

Time for her to account for what she’d done.

But right now, she was safe.

31

Whitton

Harley was the only one sober enough to drive since she’d given up her seltzer hours earlier. She held her hand out. “Keys.”

I blinked at her. “You’re not driving my car.”

“I didn’t drive here. West picked me up.”

“West, give her the keys.”

West grinned as he admired his new red BMW M2. It was the fancy car he’d always wanted when he was broke as shit. “It’s a stick shift.”

“I can drive a stick shift,” Harley said with a wicked grin on her lips.

West snorted. “Oh, we’ve seen exactly what you do with a stick shift. You almost ruined Mom’s transmission.”

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault.”

“Whose fault was it then?” West asked. “No way are you destroying my brand-new car.”

I cursed under my breath. The world was conspiring against me. “Why would you buy a stick shift anyway?”

West shrugged and pointed at the shiny sports car. “She handles better.”

“Fine.” Harley waggled her fingers. “Keys, please.”

I closed my hand over the keys, reluctance in every fiber of my being. Then, West’s words came back to me. Control. I had to be in control. I’d always known that. But what had it gotten me anyway? Eve was gone, and no amount of control could keep her here.

I was in free fall. Might as well jump.

I slapped the keys into her hand. “Please be careful.”

“Oh, I will.” She skipped around to the driver’s side.

Dismay settled over me as I yanked open the passenger door. Today, I was going to have to break all of my rules.

Harley took turns too fast and drove over the speed limit and played the music too loud. I vetoed her crappy music choices. That was the one thing where I put my foot down. She just laughed at me and sped up. The demon.

Luckily, the drive into Ransom Canyon was only twenty minutes from Lubbock, so I didn’t have to endure it for too long. Any lingering buzz I’d had evaporated from fear of her crashing my car the whole way. And fear about what I was going to find once I reached Jensen’s lake house.

The best I could say was that the place was still standing when we arrived.