Chapter 17
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I sit on my hands to stop them from shaking. Maverick is okay. He has to be. My phone is somewhere in the rubble of Jason’s house, and I doubt Ezra is going to let me use his. He hasn’t exactly made his dislike for me a secret. Not that I’m overly fond of him either.
“Are you taking me out into the woods to murder me?” I ask after over three hours of driving.
I’m tired and my whole body is sore. There’s a persistent ringing in my ears.
The backs of my legs feel like they have the world’s worst sunburn.
I’m too scared to look at my ankle, but it currently has its own pulse and probably its own zip code.
“As much joy as that would bring me, I don’t think Maverick would forgive me for killing his girlfriend.” Ezra’s voice is tight, and if I bothered to look at him instead of out the window, I’m sure I’d find him scowling.
Should I be the bigger person and correct him? Yes. Am I going to? Fuck no.
It’s another three hours before Ezra pulls off onto a dirt road. It was so hidden by trees I don’t know how he even knew it was there. I watch the headlights bounce off more trees before they disappear completely.
“Is that the ocean?” I squint, trying to make out what I’m seeing in the dark. “Is that a cliff?”
Ezra ignores me, slowly approaching an adorable cabin that’s now visible under his headlights. An adorable cabin that sits directly on a cliffside. The location does nothing to convince me he won’t just push me off and claim I fell. One less obstacle in between him and Maverick.
“Stay here,” Ezra says, throwing his car in park and grabbing something from the glove box.
“Is that a gun?” I hiss under my breath, not sure why I’m whispering. Or surprised, for that matter.
Ezra just ignores me. Again. The asshole.