Brock’s arms stayed tight around me, his muscles rigid. Fury burned into me, rolling off him in sheets. He would kill Carter. Porter and Shawn too. Had they really tried to run me over in their truck? I couldn’t believe it.
“Are you okay?” Brock asked, lifting off me just slightly.
I drew in a ragged breath, staring into Brock’s face hovering above me. He had saved me. I tried to speak but I couldn’t. My lips wouldn’t form the words, so I just gave a small nod, my mouth quivering.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, sitting up and crushing me against him.
Tires squealed, and for a second, I thought the truck was coming back for round two. Brock must have had the same thought. His muscles went rigid underneath me. He turned his focus to Fynn, Grayson, and Micah. “Where’s the truck?” he demanded.
“They took off,” Fynn answered. “Didn’t even slow down.”
“Do you want us to go after him?” Micah asked.
Brock shook his head. “No, just grab Grayson before he puts Patterson in the hospital again. We need to get out of here.” Brock lifted me into his arms and stood up, carrying me to Grayson’s Jeep.
I buried my face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to see Carter. I never wanted to lay eyes on my stepbrother again. It might not have been a feasible request, but right now was all that mattered. My arms looped over Brock as he slid into the back seat, adjusting me on his lap. From outside the car, I could hear voices, but then Brock closed the door.
I couldn’t stop trembling, even though in my head I knew I was safe. “How did you find me?” I whispered, my voice shaking as I continued to shiver.
“I put a tracker on your phone.” His voice was gruff, and I could see from the tight lines on his face that he was fighting every impulse in his body not to jump out of the car and beat Carter to within an inch of his life.
Any other time I’d be pissed, but given the circumstances, I wanted to kiss him for invading my privacy. “Thank you,” I whispered.
Brock shook his head. “Don’t thank me. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this mess, but the plan the three of you concocted, that was stupid. Do you know what could have happened? Grayson never should have been so reckless.”
I sighed. I didn’t have any energy left in me to argue. “He did what you refused to.”
“And what good did it do? We still don’t have the evidence we need, and now I just want to kill him. He hurt you.” His hand lightly touched my swelling cheek.
I winced, swallowing the pain. “I’m okay. You got there in time.”
“Josie, don’t ever go behind my back again…” His chest heaved. “I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Nothing good.
“Grayson thought I was Kenna,” I said somberly in his arms, seeing the shadows of Micah, Grayson, and Fynn walking toward the front of the Jeep.
“No, he knows exactly who you are. Youarehis sister—his other sister.”
My brain had to be fried, because I swore Brock just said that Grayson Edwards was my brother, which meant Kenna was my… Ohmygod. “What did you say?”