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I rested my head on Caleb’s shoulder as we drove away from the cabin. Masterson sat in the front seat with the driver, one of his goons. We were in the back with the other goon.
“How stupid did you have to be to think you could escape me?” Masterson chortled.
“Pretty stupid,” Caleb replied flatly.
“Indeed. And you didn’t even jump states! Fools,” Masterson went on, still laughing to himself.
The goon sitting just in front of us in the Escalade turned and grinned at us, enjoying Masterson’s little victory party. He also gave me the slow once-over, which I did not appreciate.
Caleb punched him in the nose. “Eyes ahead, buddy.”
As his nose gushed blood, the goon reached for his gun, but Masterson stopped him with a delicate clearing of his throat. “Hunter, that’s really not app
