If she was right about everything, then I needed to get the hell out of this place. I needed to run, far and fast. None of this concerned me but knowing it was different. If they found out what she told me, what she had me do, I wouldn’t be safe anywhere.
“I need to leave,” I whispered to Savage.
His face fell, then he nodded. “Okay. I can take you back to the clubhouse.”
The second we were back at the compound, I hightailed it up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I couldn’t look at any of them.
My worst fear had come true.
I tried so hard since I was sixteen to distance myself from this club and I was right back in the thick of it all. I had something they all wanted and there was no way they were ever going to let me leave until they got it.
I was screwed.