Page 146 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I stare at Knox. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he says. “But Katrina did. She believed you deserved the benefit of the doubt. And since she’s not here to annoy me into helping, I figure I’d just save the trouble and do it, anyway.”

“Help?” I ask. “What could you even?—”

My phone vibrates against the coffee table. Once, twice. Then again.

“Look, Knox,” I say, reaching for it. “Not to sound rude or anything?—”

“Shocker,” he mutters.

“But this is a private?—”

I stop cold, blood turning to ice as I read the new texts.

Priscilla

WHAT

THE

FUCK

The last message is a link toGossipa, but I don’t need to open it. The headline in the preview is enough to feel the floor drop out beneath me.

GLAM, GLITTER, AND… GRAND THEFT AUTO? THE ELECTRICS’ TESLA KYLE’S CRIMINAL PAST EXPOSED!

“No,” I breathe.

He leaked it.

I did everything Monroe asked, and he fucking leaked it anyway.

“What’s up?” Knox asks.

I turn away, his voice nothing but background static compared to the roaring panic inside my skull.

Tesla. I need to get to Tesla. I need tofixthis—but how the hell do I fix this?

“I have to go,” I say, already bolting for the door.

I tear into the hallway, heart thundering in my chest all the way to Tesla’s suite.

“Tesla!” I shout as I pound on the door. “Are you there? Goldie! Open the door!”

It swings open on Goldie. Her hair’s wet and messy from a shower, the ends still dripping onto the sleeves of her shirt.

“Hey, Logan,” she says, her eyes red and swollen.

Over her shoulder, I see Tesla sitting on the edge of the bed. Her blue hair’s pinned back. Her posture’s straight. Her expression’s blank, but steady. Resigned.

“Monroe leaked the story,” I blurt out, panic pinching my chest like a vise. “We have to go.”

Tesla stands up. “Logan?—”

“Pack a bag,” I tell them, already crossing the room toward the stacked suitcases by the window. “Bring only what you need. We’ve gotta travel light.”

“Logan.”

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