KatieRyan dumped me in the back of the van and crawled in with me. I stared out the windshield at the distant blinking lights of the motel sign in a state of shock, until Ryan’s face loomed over me.
“You know what we’re gonna do?” Ryan leaned close. His breath was stale and foul like he’d been eating canned tuna.
“I don’t want to know,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the metal sides of the van. I knew that I should feel exhausted. After all, I’d barely slept in days, and napping next to Deacon didn’t count. But I was high on adrenaline, and my blood was singing through my veins.
“That’s no way to talk to me,” Ryan snapped. I stared at him. The switch was immediate; again, he’d vacillated quickly from calm and seemingly happy to angry in seconds. “You need to sho
