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“Jesus Christ, she’s even crazier than I thought,” Amara echoed my own thoughts. “Did she?—”
“She joined the Legacies,” Penelope finished for her.
“That she did,” Nikola, who appeared out of nowhere again, said while cackling. “Bloodthirsty, that one.”
Four songs.
Ten minutes and thirty-three seconds.
One hundred eighty-five breaths.
That was how long it took my twin to catch her prey. She handed him over to Matteo and his gang of merry followers, who then took him somewhere to most likely kill him.
My ears rang as I pushed through the crowd that was now celebrating their conquest, dancing like we were in a nightclub. I couldn’t quite catch the words of the 5 Seconds of Summer song as I plowed through the field with bonfires all around and zeroed in on Hannah.
Just as I neared her, she took a red cup from a passerby and downed their drink.
“Holy shit.” She shook her head, grimacing. “Do you have anything thatdoesn’ttaste like chemical disinfectant? Ugh.”
“Obviously not, since only psychopathic men are meant to be here, Hannah,” I hissed, facing her with my hands on my hips. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What areyoudoing here?”
“Well, I thought this was a normal party, not—” I spread my arms open. “Notthis. And I certainly wasn’t expecting my sister to participate in the Legacies’ crazy shitshow.”
Ignoring my obvious fury, she pulled me into a hug and said, “I’m going to eliminate every single asshole that wants to hurt our family in any way.”
“That’s probably a very long list considering the business we’re in. You can’t win against them.”
“One by one, I’ll make them pay,” Hannah stated as if she hadn’t even heard me.
“Yep, she let that one go over her head,” Amara let out under her breath. I turned my head to find all my friends standing behind me.
“Your twin is reckless,” Anya announced, shaking her head. “Can we go back to the dorm now?”
I didn’t get to answer because Penelope beat me to it. “Hell to the no.”
“Want me to go back to the dorm with you?” Skye offered, feeling sorry for Anya, who preferred to read her shifter romances rather than watch these wannabe animals.
“Absolutely not. We arrive together, and leave together,” Penelope objected. “We’ve made it this far, let’s enjoy the freak show at least a little bit longer.”
Hannah was quick to agree. “Someone’s reasonable.”
I glared at my sister. “What the fuck, Hannah? What are you doing, and why are you involved in this shit?”
She gave me a blank look.
“You do remember that our dad runs the Maryland mafia, right?” She spoke slowly, like she thought I had difficulty following what she was saying. “We’ve been involved in this shit since Mom married him.”
“It doesn’t mean we…” I swung my hands in the air at the woods, then in the direction that Matteo and his gang disappeared to, at a loss for words to describe what was happening here.
“What?” she challenged. “That bastard is somehow connected to the man who almost shot you and Francesca. He deserves to die.”
“How do you know that?”
She shrugged. “The guys followed a lead and found… Never mind, don’t worry. The point is, he had to pay.”
I stared at her in disbelief. “So you were, what? Avenging me and Francesca?”
