Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,51
He didn’t think it would be a hard sell.
Z just smiled and told me he was fine with ditching.
“But your ankle monitor?” I argued.
“Meh, one of Gray’s guys works for a catch-and-release wildlife place. He tossed it on a wolf.”
I just facepalmed at that and moved on.
Gray insisted he didn’t have to care about going back to school. “Trust fund doesn’t matter anymore.” He gave me a wink and wouldn’t say more than that until I pulled him aside in the kitchen, toward the little eat-in table and away from the others.
“What if the serum takes a long time? What if it’s too hard to replicate?” I didn’t want him betting everything on it. Only I was allowed to do that.
He just smoothed down the sleeve of my t-shirt. “Good thing we stole some pretty rocks then.” He gave me a panty-melting wink. “My guys already have a couple buyers lined up for stuff.” He leaned in and kissed me softly, his lips trailing lightly over mine before he smacked my ass and made me jump. “Now, get outta here. I have to move us to a new location and you’re burning daylight.”
Gray insisted we needed to stay on the move. He was going to pack up our stuff and monitor police chatter while we all ran our separate errands. He was bound and determined to keep us ahead of the ‘Pinhead pricks’ as he called the Pinnacle cops.
Andros didn’t say much. He just ate and then got on a motorcycle, kicking up a trail of dust as he headed off to look over the vampiric institution that held Matthew and see if he noticed any weaknesses Evan had overlooked.
That left Zavier with me.
And while I should have been planning a funeral, I didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t quite ready for that. In fact, I texted Tia instead, to see if she knew someone.
Her response: -I’m so fucking sorry!!! Yes. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you covered.-
A second later, her additional text made me bark out a surprised laugh, nearly choking. -Also, sidenote of total unimportance, I’ve never been so grateful to be ditched on a date in my life.-
I replied: -Not unimportant. Super important. I’m glad you’re safe too. Love you.-
-Love you more.-
-Enough to hug me in public?-
-Let’s not get crazy.-
Her final response left me with a small smile on my face and helped me push back the emotions. Feelings were for last night. Today was the day for action.
I turned and looked at Z. “Gonna ride bitch again?” I winked.
“Only because it lets me grind against your ass,” he replied, sliding on a sleek silver helmet.
I laughed and zipped up my riding jacked, donned my own helmet, and then showed Z just how much practice I’d gotten with wheelies chasing after Matthew.
His girlish screeches had left me in a blazing good mood that lasted the rest of the ride.
But that happy feeling faded as soon as we parked. I gave Z the helmets and he wrote a quick spell to shrink them so he could slip them into his jean pocket like a pair of marbles.
My nerves started dancing with anxiety as we walked across the parking lot, between some run-down cars, toward Dr. Potts’ office.
Was she there?
Was she alive?
Would I be able to get the details about the spell she’d put on Matthew? It was highly unlikely we’d have enough time to get in there, reveal the original spell and unravel it, not with heightened security. Not when restraining Matthew safely was already going to be a big enough task.
A man who still sat behind the wheel of his car gave us a weird look and I fought the urge to flip him off. I didn't need any parking lot drama. I just needed to get inside and talk to Potts.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight as we got closer. I tried to ignore them and relax my hands as I strode toward the office, the smell of the Chinese place next door wafted toward me and made me crave egg rolls.
Next to me, Z was totally relaxed. He inhaled the smell of the restaurant and said, “We should totally take Potts to lunch.”
“You just want to go to lunch.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, so? Two birds.”
“You can wait ten minutes.”
“I can make time speed up so ten minutes is over in a snap,” he countered.
I moaned in frustration. “Can you be serious for one—”