Page 42 of Liars

I stormed past Kreed, my heart pounding, and as I was about to burst out of the locker room, someone else opened the door. Maddox. He shot me a curious glance before his eyes landed on his brother behind me. Without saying a word, I shoved by Maddox, and I didn’t stop walking.

13

KAYLOR

The late-afternoon sun hung low in the sky as I stomped along the side of the road, clutching my bag tightly. My feet ached just thinking about the long walk I still had ahead. I got about five minutes down the road when I realized I didn’t know the Corvos’ address to look up directions on my phone.

“Shit.”

Glancing around, I saw nothing looked familiar from this morning. I thought I was going in the generally right direction, but at some point, I had to turn off this road, and the problem lay in that I didn’t know which direction to take.

Assholes.

It was fine. I wasn’t a lost cause yet. Not yet. I should have called Carson or Kenny after bolting from the locker room, but I’d been so rattled and pissed off.

It wasn’t too late. Even if I called them, I still didn’t know how to get home, but there was one person in my contacts who might.

Poppy.

I flipped through my list of names until I came across hers and opened a new text message. My fingers typed over the keys as the distant hum of a car approached from behind me. I didn’t think anything of it. This road had a fair amount of traffic because of the school, despite it being mostly residential.

I had my message typed and ready to send when the car slid to a stop off the side of the road in front of me, spitting gravel from the tires.

My eyes lifted, locking onto the familiar black SUV idling just ahead. The tinted windows were pitch-black, concealing whoever sat inside, but I didn’t need to see through them. I already knew.

A slow, uneasy weight settled in my stomach as the window slid down with a quiet whirr. “Get in,” Kreed demanded, most of his face shrouded in shadows except for the tiny scars.

My teeth clenched as I halted. “No. I’ll walk if it’s all the same.”

A muscle feathered in his jaw. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Anywhere you’re not.”

His fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel. “Get in, or so help me?—”

“What?” I interrupted. “Are you afraid I’ll tell your father? Don’t worry. I’m not a fucking rat like someone I know.”

His lips twitched at the obvious dig from when he squealed on me for sneaking out. “Next time you want to run, move your ass faster and you wouldn’t get caught.”

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Noted.” I started walking again, hoping he would leave. I had no such luck as the tires crunched on the gravel beside me.

“Are you going to make me haul your ass off the side of the road into this car?” he threatened like he was seconds away from tossing the SUV into park and dragging me inside himself.

I cocked a brow. “Not unless you want me to start screaming.”

His expression shifted—something smug sliding into place. “Fine. Have it your way, but the twins are behind me. Who knows what they’ll do.”

My stomach tightened. I glanced over my shoulder, the distant gleam of headlights flickering like a predator’s eyes in the dark.

Probably run me off the road.

A slow shiver crawled up my spine. I inhaled sharply, tightening my grip on my bag.

Kreed tilted his head, watching me with satisfaction.

A curse breezed through my lips. With a frustrated sigh, I yanked open the door and climbed in, slamming it behind me. “Don’t expect me to thank you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, little raven,” he retorted, maneuvering the car back onto the road.

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