CHAPTER 12
The night passes slowly, full of unseen eyes and creeping intruders. But though I’m tired when the sun rises and I finally heave myself from the covers, I feel good that I made it through the night alone. Relying on another person, any other person, too much can be costly. If Mack tosses me out… well, let’s just say that last night felt like practice.
They make berries and cream for breakfast; I finish the taco meat from last night. It goes down easy with a pint of orange juice. Then we’re headed for the SUV—four of us, anyway. Mack glares at me on my way out, then waves us off to our… heist? Is that the right term for what we’re doing?
I don’t really care what we call it. My heart flutters in my chest as I climb into the SUV, me in the front with Ryder, Cue and Rooster in th
