Page 69 of Spinner's Luck

Back in my room, the missing detail hit me in the face. Her backpack was gone, too.

I stormed into Devil’s office, pulse jackhammering, blood hot in my veins. He sat behind his desk, pen in hand, red eyes snapping up the second I slammed the door shut.

“What?” His voice was calm—too calm—but I wasn’t buying it. Devil didn’t miss shit. He already knew something was off.

“It’s Lucy,” I ground out, jaw tight enough to crack. “She’s gone.”

His brow arched, gaze drilling into me like a goddamn blade. “Gone where?”

“Hell if I know,” I spat. “Nobody’s seen her since last night.”

He let out a slow exhale, pen hitting the desk with a softclack. “What happened? Why’d she bolt?”

I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at me. “We fought. She was pissed. I was drunk… said some dumb shit.”

His eyes narrowed, face hardening. “Dumb enough to make her vanish?”

“At the time? Didn’t think so,” I muttered. “But… yeah. It was bad.”

He leaned forward, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate beat against the wood. “You check the cameras? How the hell’d she slip out?”

“Gatsby’s on it,” I said, shaking my head. “But Lucy’s no idiot. She knows the blind spots.”

Devil hummed low in his throat, gaze distant but sharp. “If she wanted to ghost us, she could. Easy. So what was the fight really about?”

My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “Accused her of bein’ mixed up with Fang,” I said, words tasting like ash.

His expression darkened, but what came out of his mouth wasn’t what I expected.

“I don’t buy it,” he said flatly.

I blinked. “What?” My voice was sharp, disbelieving. “That’s not what it sounded like yesterday when you were breathin’ down my neck.”

His glare hit me like a backhand. “I said we needed tothink, not jump to conclusions. Fang’s playing us, Spinner—wants us to turn on her.”

Fuck.

The floor seemed to drop out from under me. “I thought the same,” I muttered, heat rising in my chest, “but you all kept plantin’ seeds.”

He shook his head. “Think about it, if she was a spy, why the hell would Fang out her? Makes zero fucking sense. And if she was his ol’ lady, why keep it quiet? Drago sure as shit didn’t with his.”

Goddamn it.

I slammed my fist on the desk, the weight of my own stupidity hitting me like a punch. I’d taken the bait. Let my brothers' doubt creep in, let itfester. And now she was gone.

“Fang’s still breathing out there,” Devil said, voice concerned. “If she’s out on her own... he’ll snatch her up.”

“I know,” I growled, fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. “We gotta find her.”

Devil stared at me for a long beat before giving a single nod. “Then quit wasting time. Go.”

I spun on my heel and stormed out, heart pounding, head a mess of anger, regret, and something worse.

Lucy was out there. Alone.

And Fang would be hunting.

Didn’t matter if she hated me. Didn’t matter if she never forgave me.

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