The message burned in my pocket the entire ride home.
I didn’t show it to Jules. I didn’t tell the other girls. I just slipped it into my coat like it hadn’t made my heart race or set my pulse pounding with that horrible, electric dread.
Someone was watching us.
Someone knew what I was doing—and they didn’t like it.
“You should’ve let me handle it,” Jaxon said from behind the wheel, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
“I can’t sit back and pretend this isn’t happening,” I said, arms crossed. “Ava didn’t just disappear. Someone took her, or scared her off. Either way, she didn’t vanish into thin air.”
“I know,” he muttered. “But now you’re involved. More than you already were.”
“I was already involved. These girls are in danger. I’m not going to just stay quiet.”
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