Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ward
Much, much later that night, I climbed under the covers beside Susannah. As much as I’d wanted to hurry away from Wildlands earlier, Rex hadn’t allowed me. While I’d been in the bathroom with Susannah, someone had made a call to the police. We’d lucked out, if only because after I hauled off and punched Chad and then Susannah hit him, he’d been drunk enough to try to punch Beck and Levi when they dragged him out of the mess the second time.
As luck would have it, he managed to land a punch on Beck’s cheek. So Rex gave us a scolding and gave Chad a choice. Either all of us got charged, or none of us got charged. Chad might be an asshole, but he wasn’t stupid. He decided he didn’t want to face charges, so we were off the hook.
Then, Susannah had asked me to go a
