NATHAN’S POV
It took hours, but we finally tracked down where Tristan had taken her. Tristan’s new pack house wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t easy to get the information we needed without raising questions. By the time we left the bar, another car had been delivered to replace the one we wrecked earlier.
The drive was tense, and I could feel the weight of my brothers’ stares on me. Rolex, sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to break the silence, glaring at me through the rearview mirror.
“This is all your fault,” he snapped, his frustration barely contained.
Xavier, sitting beside me in the backseat, shook his head in disapproval. “You shouldn’t have pushed her so far. She wouldn’t have run if you hadn’t pulled that stunt with the car.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned b
