47. Easton
47
EASTON
The tow truck pulled into the orchard parking lot, and I helped Olive hop down off the tailgate.
It parked in front of us, and the driver got out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.
The universe was playing a joke on me. Or we were all trapped in some sort of horrific reality TV show.
Because I knew the name of the tow truck driver before she introduced herself.
Georgia.
I stood in frozen disbelief as the beta I’d briefly dated last year walked closer.
Fuck my life.
“What?” Olive asked, looking between us. “You’re acting like…” The realization dawned on her, and her scent turned burnt and acidic. “You’re kidding me.”
“Baby, it’s not?—”
Olive let out a shriek. “It’s not what ? I didn’t realize you’d gone out with every single person in Starlight Grove. My mistake!”
“Olive, sweetheart—” Lars started, hands out in front of him.
Finn lurched towards her, trying to pull her into his arms.
But Olive was already pulling away, her pupils wide and eyes glazed. Before we could make her listen, reassure her, anything , she turned around and ran away, back into the now-dark farm.
“Shit!” Finn said.
“Here are my keys,” Lars said, tossing them to a bewildered-looking Georgia. “Just drop it at Gavin’s.”
And then the three of us were running after our omega.