AMANDA
"I don’t f*****g understand, man," Blaze growls, frustration coiled tight in his voice. His hands are on me—**hot, strong, unyielding—**keeping me pinned to the ground as if I might disappear if he lets go.
I hate that it works.
We’re outside after Luther had called a meeting. Because we have to plan. Because Theodus keeps finding us.
Because Ashton is still not waking up.
And I am f*****g losing it.
"How the f**k is he tracing us?" Blaze spits.
The anger in his voice almost soothes me. Almost.
I exhale sharply, fists curling. I hate this because I have the same question as him. And also because they are here risking their life for me once again. Theodus shouldn’t be able to find us. We covered our tracks. We burned bridges. We buried bodies.
Yet he does. Over and over.
