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Smiling despite the cracks shattering my heart, I pressed my forehead to hers. “You’ll always have me.” Reaching out, I placed my hand on her chest, over her heart. “In here.”
She clutched my hand. “I need you.”
The Caddie was suddenly there, his hands on my shoulders surprisingly gentle. “That’s enough,” he said. “Leave now, little mouse, or I get to keep you.”
Orla’s chartreuse eyes bulged, but I could see her resolve in the tightness of her jaw. She was going to fight.
Before she could open her mouth, I slammed the Rover’s door shut.
“Go,” I mouthed.
With a desperate swipe at her face, she cleared the tears from her eyes and started the engine. So slowly, I didn’t thinkshe’d ever leave, she backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the road.
Chapter 24
Keir
“She’s on the move,” Mila said.
The glow from my phone’s screen had been a fucking distraction while driving, but I didn’t give a shit about that now. The tracking app was the only connection I had to Molly, and I held onto the hope that we’d make it in time.
“What do you mean she’s moving?”
Mila flashed me the screen. “She’s coming this way.” She peered closer at the device, then glanced back up. “Shit, that’s her.”
By some miracle, we were on a straight stretch of road, and I saw the Rover appear in front of us like fucking magic.
“What are you going to do?” Mila asked.
“She won’t recognize this car.”
The princess snorted. “You guys all have the same fucking car.”
Ignoring her snide comment, I focused on getting closer to Molly, then yanked on the wheel just in time to block both sides of the road. She hit the brakes, the back-end fishtailing with the sudden stop. I was out of the car and around to the driver’s side a moment later, pulling on the handle. The door didn’t open, andwhen I peered up to see why, I was staring at a pair of chartreuse eyes.
Orla shouted my name, then fumbled for the handle, opening the door. She jumped from the seat like it was on fire, wrapping herself around me. Her body shook, and I felt the tension in her shoulders and back. Relief poured from her, but it would be short-lived.
Taking her by the upper arms, I peeled her off me and looked her right in the eyes. Blood was smeared on her face, but she looked otherwise unharmed.
“Orla, where’s your sister?”
“B—B—back there.” She waved in the direction she’d come.
I frowned, glancing in the back seat. “But the tracker said she was here.”
“Tracker?” she asked, confusion wrinkling her brow.
I passed Orla to Mila—who should’ve stayed in the car but, of course, hadn’t listened—and looked inside the car. In the footwell, hidden under the driver’s seat, I found Molly’s phone. She wouldn’t have left it behind, she was too smart. I spun to face her sister.
“Did Mol—Caitgive you this?” I asked, catching myself at the last moment.
Orla stared at me. “Cait didn’t give me anything when I left.”
“But this phone, did you notice it before?”
She shook her head. “Whose is it?”
“It’s your sister’s. I’d say she slipped this into the car so I would find you.” To Mila, I said, “Grab all the guns and get into my Rover.”
