Chapter 12
TWELVE
Dakota
“Dakota,” Roe called as he trailed behind me, his long legs eating up the distance I was racing to keep between us.
The burn behind my eyes grew worse, my lip clamped between my teeth so hard I tasted blood. I was losing hold, and fast.
Oh god.
Oh shit.
Oh damn.
Where was the damn bathroom and why was it always impossible to find one when you needed it most?
“Kota, goddamn it! Will you just stop for a second?”
I whipped my head around to scowl at him over my shoulder. Son of a bitch. He was closer than I expected. Those stupid long legs!
“Leave me alone!” I snapped loudly, not giving a single shit if I was making a scene. I picked up the pace, race walking down the hall, only steps away from running at a full-on sprint.