Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
The prospect of getting a clean getaway is short-lived, though. Jared won’t let me take Dylan’s car until he finds her, and even then, he or Madoc might insist on seeing me to my parents’ house themselves.
Every muscle in my legs tenses, and I ponder for only another second before I race away from the car. Dammit.
Bolting back toward the main lodge, I escape between buildings, covering myself in the darkness, under the trees. I’ll jump onto Arrowhead Trail and circle back around. By the time I make it to the cars again, they should be deep in the camp.
Horns honk behind me, my brothers probably trying to get our attention so they don’t have to interrupt something they don’t want to see. I can imagine Aro and Hawke are oblivious in the Astronomy Tower, and where do Dylan and Hunter prefer to have their little meetups? The barn? I’m sure, with all four of them spending their summers here, they know where they’ll be well-hidden.
Still, though. They won’t make Jared tear apart the summer camp looking for them. Because he would.
They’ll come to him, so I don’t have much time. Digging in my heels, I fly past the canoes I just hid behind and take a left before the showers, dashing onto the dirt trail the campers use for nature walks or to connect to Hedge Trail, which takes hikers up to the top of the falls. Pounding the thin mud, I lick the water off my lips, the rain almost a mist. Winding through the cabins and the field house, I keep my eyes moving, ready for anyone.
“Quinn!” Madoc shouts far off in the distance.
I whip my head around, but I’m alone. Dylan and Aro must still be hidden in a building, my brothers are back at the main lodge, and Lucas is gone.
I exhale, turning around.
But Farrow stands there, in my path, and I suck in a breath. Shit. I try to stop, but it’s too late. He sweeps me up. My feet leave the ground, I’m thrown over his shoulder, and in a second, I’m upside down.
“Farrow!” I cry.
I kick and try to push off his back, but he’s walking before I can get stabilized.
“Shhh.” He pats the back of my thigh. “You really want your brothers to find you? I’ve got the perfect hiding spot.”
Like hell.
He’s on Lucas’s side.
He stalks back up the small hill, taking us deeper into the forest as the rain finally stops. I twist my head side to side to see where we’re going, but my hair just sticks to my face.
“I didn’t know you were such a good friend of his,” I spit out.
I feel the laugh leave his chest before I hear it. “It may not seem like it, but I’m being your friend now too.”
Yeah, right.
Every male in my life thinks he knows what’s best for me. The bane of my existence.
Shooting upright, I plant a hand on the side of his face and shove, flailing so hard, he loses hold.
“Ah!” he growls.
I tumble out of his arms and to the ground, a small branch poking me in the ass. But I don’t wait. Flipping over, I scramble to my feet and jet off. Swinging my arms and pushing as hard as I can, I escape around trees, off-path, and between bushes.
“Oh, you better run!” he shouts after me.
I leap over a rock, whipping my head everywhere, because Lucas is somewhere, but I’m not even sure where I am exactly. I’ve lost the trail, and I never spent much time here. Where’s the damn lake? There will be people down the beach, outside the boundaries of the camp, to watch the fireworks show. If it’s still happening after the rain. I can find my car then. It’s not parked far from the camp dock.
Springing up onto a log, I jump down, continuing to bolt, but someone moves ahead.
Noah walks toward me, holding his hands up to stop me. I grind my heels into the dirt. He cocks his head, a smile playing on his face.
He’s not helping Lucas, too, is he?
Spinning around, I try to escape another way, but Farrow is there. He followed.
I turn, seeing Noah inch closer, and back away, keeping them both in my eyesight as they close in.
“The summer camp is supposed to be empty,” Noah chides both of us like he’s speaking to children.
I can’t catch my breath, my chest rising and falling quickly.
He locks eyes with Farrow and vice versa, the rivalry evident. Noah’s not here to help him or Lucas. He’s here with my brothers.
“Come on,” he says, gesturing with his hand for me to come. “Jared is so pissed he’s forgotten his words.”
I almost laugh. Is he trying to wrangle me like a horse?
But Farrow speaks up before I do.
“Are you getting paid for this?” he teases Noah. “Maybe you should come work for me.”