He pressed his cheek against the top of my head. “Don’t. Don’t think like that. I can’t go there. I don’t know what I would have done if I got here only to find you gone.”
A shiver rolled through me. I didn’t know if it was caused by shock or something else. “I’m scared, Brock. More scared than I’ve ever been in my life.”
He pulled me tighter against his chest. “I need to check on Grayson. Can you stand?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” My head was clearer now, the cool breeze like a splash of cold water, waking up my body. He set me on my feet and waited a beat to make sure I didn’t collapse. “I’m fine,” I insisted. “Go check on him.”
He wasn’t gone long, no more than a minute, and the entire time I was too damn afraid to look at Grayson again.Please, God, let him be okay.If I hadn’t needed a ride home tonight from my job, none of this would have happened.
I couldn’t help but blame myself, feel as if I was somehow responsible for the accident—for Kenna’s abduction. If I had never done that stupid revenge prank on Carter…
Fuck!
A car came to a squealing halt on the side of the road just as Brock came back. He framed my face with his hands, peering deep into my eyes. “The ambulance will be here in a minute. Stay with—”
Grayson groaned again. “Josie?” he rasped. “Kenna?”
A lump of pressure deflated like a balloon in my chest. Grayson was awake. That was a good sign, I thought. “Grayson,” I exhaled, moving around Brock to the opened back seat door. He looked like shit, but at least his eyes were open. “Hey, you’re going to be okay,” I said, carefully taking his hand.
“Carter,” he muttered, throat scratchy and soft, like it hurt to talk. “He was here.”
A ribbon of surprise fluttered within me. “You saw him too?”
“Bastard decked me.” As if he could still feel the hit, Grayson brought his hand up to the side of his jaw, where indeed there was a cut at the corner of his lip.
“Asshole,” I hissed and straightened up, pivoting. “Brock did you—?”
He was gone.
That fucker.
He was going after Carter. Without me. Uh, fuck no.
“Stay here,” I yelled at Grayson and took off, faster than my wobbling legs were capable of, but I didn’t care. I pushed myself and stumbled up the hill to find Micah and Brock standing in front of Micah’s Hummer.
“You’re leaving.” My voice came out shrill and panicky.
Brock faced me with a look of displeasure. “We need to get Kenna. If Carter does have her, I can’t let him hurt her again.”
I stepped to him, my fingers clutched desperately to his shirt. I couldn’t let him go, not without me. “I’m going too.” I didn’t care if the paramedics or cops thought it was suspicious that the driver and the passenger both fled the scene. I only cared about finding Kenna. That was all that mattered.
Brock glowered. “Firefly.”
“She’s my sister,” I reminded him, standing my ground.
“And you’re my everything.” He said the statement with such conviction, my throat closed up. “I can’t worry about you.”
I wanted to run into his arms, but I had to stay firm or he would leave me behind. And that was not happening. My chin jutted out, despite my heart somersaulting in my chest. “I’m fucking going with you, Brock. Or I’ll find my own way.”
He cursed, staring at me, and I could see he wanted to continue arguing, but there was no time. Turning to Micah, he said, “Stay with Grayson. I’ll text you the address as soon as I hear from Fynn.”
“Be careful,” Micah said, holding Brock’s gaze. “Keys are in the car, along with everything you need.”
“Thanks, man.” He squeezed Micah’s shoulder.
Micah’s gaze flicked to the smashed-up BMW over the side of the road. “We’re family. Let's get this bastard.”
Brock slid behind the wheel as Micah came over to me and boosted up into the Hummer’s seat. I gave him a look that relayed a thousand words, and then Brock peeled away from the shoulder, spinning the tires.