Chapter 21. We Are Screwed

Rae:

The drive stretches on, long and silent.

Me and Eliza — we don’t ask where we’re being taken.

We don’t dare.

We just sit there, side by side, guns resting forgotten on our laps, stealing glances at S and Kieran in the front.

Or, well...

S stealing glances at me.

More like staring.

Bold.

Unapologetic.

He’s not even trying to hide it.

I shift in my seat, pretending not to notice the burn of his gaze tracing my profile.

But Kieran notices.

And so does Eliza.

A soft snort comes from the front.

Then Kieran chuckles.

Then Eliza leans into me, stage-whispering loud enough for the whole car to hear, "You gonna tell me if I should start knitting baby clothes now or later?"

I whip my head to her, face heating up.

"Shut up," I hiss, slapping her arm.

Eliza just grins, unbothered.

She stretches her legs, sighing dramatically.

"I’m just saying, R