Page 94 of Rebellious

Fenn nods, seeming to understand I didn’t know.

“Toss me your keys.” I tell him, already getting out of bed. “And get out.” I need to find clothes.

“Psh.” Fenn scoffs. “I’llwaitin the car. Hurry the fuck up.”

It took me a minute to throw on clothes and meet Fenn in the car. I probably could have done it faster had my mind not been racing with questions. What’s worse was, I knew the answers to those questions.

Aspen wasn’t planning to say goodbye. Going back to bed, her loving me for hours until I passed out was her goodbye. It was also her escape plan. She knew I wouldn’t let her go without a fight, so she took the fight away from me.

Except, she didn’t factor in her brother’s skills in hugging curves and doubling the speed limit. “Don’t kill us before we get to her,” I clip dryly.

Fenn’s fingers clench the wheel. “You just stay over there and brood. I’ll get us there in time to shout our proper goodbyes.”

His words only confirm my fears. She’s really leaving. “She wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to your mom and dad.” I hope.

Fenn cuts me a sharp look. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Right now, it takes all I have not to punch him in the face. I’ve had about all I can take from the Von Bremens right now. “I don’t need your shit,” I snip.

“And I don’t need your whiny, ‘Oh no she didn’t’.” His voice pitches so it sounds girly. “Newsflash, Jameson, my sister has always put you first. If she thought she would upset your delicate feelings, she would up and do what’s necessary to protect you, the rest of us be damned.”

His anger is palpable.

“I’m sorry—”

His gaze locks onto mine. “Don’t.”

I put my hands up in a placating gesture. Our tempers are hot right now. The last thing I need to do is piss Fenn off. Unlike Aspen, I have to go home with him.

Home.

Is that what I’ll call it now that she’s leaving?

“When we get to the airport,” Fenn grits, his jaw working, “I’m talking to her first.”

I nod. I can make that concession.

“Did Drew text you back?” he says, seeming to calm down a little.

“No.”

Fenn seethes. “That fucker.”

Brother or not, I agree. He owed it to Fenn and me to tell us she was leaving. Aspen owed us a goodbye, or at least an argument. But then again, she knew I wouldn’t have listened. She wasn’t leaving without me.

“There,” Fenn says, pointing to the onboard screen where I’m tracking Aspen’s phone. “She’s gotta be here somewhere.” He drives through several parking lots before we finally spot her. “There’s the traitor.”

He points to Drew, clutching a sobbing Aspen to his chest.

“I’ll kill them,” I grit.

Fenn whips into an empty spot, throwing the car in park. “Get in line.”

Don’t come for me

Aspen

“Ioughta kick your ass!”

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