My neck turned toward the sound of his voice. His face came into view through my smashed window. I didn’t care how the fuck he found me. I was just so damn relieved he was here, that I wasn’t alone.
He wrestled with the dented door, the hinges groaning and shrieking in protest, but Brock was determined. He wouldn’t let metal stop him from getting to me. It pried open, and he went straight for my seat belt, unlocking it with a click.
His hands reached for me but halted before actually touching me. “Can you move?” he asked softly, his tone hiding the hurricane I saw brewing in his eyes.
“I-I think so.” I was almost afraid to try. An engine revved in my head, at least I thought it was in my head, but it snapped me back. “Brock. Wait.” I grabbed his arm, remembering a vital missing piece. “You have to listen to me. He has Kenna.”
Brock stared hard into my eyes, confusion clouding the aqua irises. “Who has Kenna?” His gaze shifted to the empty driver seat. He had been so focused on me that I don’t even think he realized Kenna was missing. “Where is she?”
“He took her. Carter took her,” I said, raspy and frantic.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded, which was a bad idea, but I hurdled aside the pain for Kenna’s sake. She needed me. She was in trouble. “He ran us off the road.” I couldn’t believe it, but it was the only thing that made sense. Carter must have been the one in the truck. How else had he been able to get to Kenna so quickly?
Tires spun not far from the crash, spitting up rocks and dirt. Brock’s head whirled toward the road. From where Kenna’s car had stopped, we couldn’t see the street clearly, just the beam of lights flashing above us and the zooming of the engine as what sounded like the truck as it sped away.
“I’ll take care of it.” Brock immediately whipped out his phone and dialed. “We got a fucking problem,” he said, deathly dark, when the other person on the line answered. “Did you see that truck? Follow it.”
I wanted to ask who he called, but he was on the phone again, calling someone else. “Micah, I need you. I’ve got Grayson with me.”
By process of elimination, the second person he called had been Micah, which meant Fynn must be the driver following Carter. What was so damn impressive was their blind obedience. No one asked questions. They just followed command, not because they were soldiers but because they trusted each other. The four of them responded to each other without unnecessary words.
Brock’s gaze flung to the back seat at the sound of Grayson groaning. “Grayson, man. Tell me you’re all right.” Grayson didn’t respond, and Brock cursed under his breath before putting his focus back onto me. “Micah will be here soon. Everything will be okay. I promise.”
“How did you find me?”
His fingers lifted, brushing gently at a strand of hair, wet with blood, so he could inspect the cut on my head. “You don’t remember? You called me.”
Right. I’d been waiting for him to answer when the truck hit us.
“I heard the crash,” he said carefully. “I fucking swear, Firefly. Since meeting you I never felt fear before. Now it is a damn daily occurrence with you.”
From the moment I realized Carter had Kenna, true fear had clutched onto my heart, squeezing it each second that he had her. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t involved her in that stupid plan, she wouldn’t be in trouble right now.”
His fingers slipped to my chin. “You know that is not true. Carter has been waiting for the opportunity.”
My eyes shuddered. “What the fucking are we going to do?”
The chiseled line of his jaw firmed, and his eyes blazed. “We’re going stop him. This ends tonight.”
I didn’t like the low sound of his voice or the way his pupils darkened, but I agreed. For all our sakes, we had to put a stop to Carter’s madness.
“I need to call this in. Grayson needs medical attention. And so do you.” He pulled out his phone from his back pocket.
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. I’m not leaving you.”
He stared hard at me before dialing 911. “There’s been an accident on Route 25. A rollover. There is an injured passenger in the back seat.” He hung up, not staying on the line as the operator insisted.
My gaze moved to Grayson. He still hadn’t regained consciousness. “Will he be okay?”
“Grayson is too damn stubborn to be seriously injured.”
True.
Brock lifted me out of the car and into his arms with such care, it almost made me cry. But I stiffened my lip. I had to be strong for Kenna. She needed us.
“He told me he was coming back for me,” I muttered, pretty sure I remembered him whispering in my ear. I rested my head on Brock’s shoulder. “If you hadn’t gotten here when you did….”