Page 117 of The Devils They Are

"They said that the first fire didn't do enough damage—that the repairs will be done in a few weeks. So, they started discussing ways to destroy Cedar Heights. They got real quiet after that but Jenna thinks they were talking about another fire… tonight."

My eyes widen. "Is she sure?"

Millie's face hardens, and my little shadow is back, anger on her face. "No. But we can't let them do that."

I nod. "We won't," I tell her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Leave it with me."

Heading into the restroom, I check to find it empty. They won't come back—not if someone is already on their way to Cedar Heights.

Knowing that everyone is here, it would be the perfect time to attack the school. We need to move now.

I storm back into the auditorium, foot pain forgotten, as I carefully scan the swarm of bodies. The whole place is crowded, but I just need to find one—then we can take care of this.

Walking along the edge of the room, I weave through laughing, painfully obvious drunk people, searching. Finally, I spot one, and I groan, irritated at my options.

"Hey, asshole," I say loudly, watching as Hunter slowly spins around, boredom across his face.

"What now, Duchess?" he snaps back. "Sick of Rylan and Tai already?"

I don't have time for these games, so I grab his wrist, pulling him roughly toward the door. To my surprise, he follows, but definitely rips his arm out of my grip at the first possible second.

I find an empty classroom, motioning for him to enter. He sneers at me, annoyed, but does anyway, closing the door behind him.

"What?" he growls lowly.

"We think someone is on their way to Cedar Heights to finish off the arson job," I quickly tell him, not bullshitting around. "I need to head over there. Where are your other two minions?"

Hunter stares at me in astonishment. "I don't fucking know. Probably on the dance floor or walking around the grounds."

"Look," I sigh. "I don't have time to find them. I'm going to head over now but if you could locate them, the three of you could meet me there."

His face hardens. "You're shitting me, right? I'm not letting you get behind the wheel of a car after drinking."

"You've been drinking too," I point out. "Besides, I feel fine."

"I had one shot," he argues back, voice raising. "You drank at least three cups of that vodka punch. I'll drive."

Trust me to find the asshole of the group during an emergency. Every fiber in my body wants to decline the offer, but time is of the essence. Begrudgingly, I agree, mentally promising to come back from the dead and kill the motherfucker myself if he kills me in a car crash.

"Fine," I snap. "Hurry up and move."

As I stalk out of the classroom, Hunter follows, huffing to himself. "Are you always such a raging bitch?"

"Are you always such a hormonal hemorrhoid?"

He doesn't answer me, which is probably a good thing. We're on the cusp of murdering each other, forced to band together for the sake of all our sanities. The sooner we can get back to Cedar Heights, the better.

Hunter leads the way once we hit the parking lot, orange lights flashing on a black Escalade as he hits the key fob in his hand. Neither of us speak as we climb into the car and once we're on the main road, I pull my cell out of my bra.

"What the fuck?" Hunter grumbles, doing a double take.

"Keep your damn eyes on the road, Lannister!"

He seems almost offended that I had my cell stuffed inside my dress—as if his entire existence has been tainted with the secrets of girlhood. Christ, what else did he think tits were for?

I start typing out a message to both Rylan and Tai, hitting send and hoping that they can hear or feel their cells through the loud music and thudding of the stereos. "I've texted the other two."

"Hm," is all I get, making me shake my head. Asshole.

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