Page 76 of Ravage
My heart is hammering in my chest as he confesses his side of the story, just like Jackson had. He hadn’t known either. I suspected as much after Jackson’s story, and now this merely corroborates it.
Aiden is the one who actually left me behind.
“Yes.” My voice is choked from the damn emotions congesting my throat.
“How much of it?”
“All of it.”
“Did you hate Vera?”
“No.”
“Will you tell me what happened?”
“No.”
His jaw ticks. “Fine. Did someone force you to do it?”
“Kellan, I don’t—”
“I’m almost done and then I’ll drop it. Just answer the question,” he pushes.
“No.” My voice strains at the confession. “No one forced me to do it.”
“Did you plan it?”
“No.”
“So, it was an accident?”
“Yes…and no.”
“What the hell does that mean?” he growls in frustration.
“I really don’t want to talk about it. Please stop asking questions. Fun time, remember?”
He gives me a sideways glance. “You’re going to have to tell us all what happened eventually, you know that, right, beautiful? There’s no way we can all just hang out like old times again with that hanging between us.”
I draw a slow breath and exhale, then say in a calm voice, “I don’t expect things to go back to normal between us ever again either. I’ll leave you all alone once GE is destroyed.”
Kellan smirks and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything.
The car pulls up next to another on the highway and Kellan leans over me to the handle on the door to crank the window down. My heart jumps at the contact as he nearly lays himself across my lap.
“You ready?” he shouts through the open window to the driver in the other car.
The driver gives him a thumbs up. Kellan shoots me a devilish grin. “Are you ready?”
I grip the bar under my seat and the handle to my door and try to press back into my seat. None of it will save me if we crash or flip, but I still feel better for it. I can at least pretend I tried not to die, all for seeing the wildness in Kellan’s gaze that echoes and beats in my chest in response. I feel alive and reckless. My life is literally in his hands now, and it sends a shot of adrenaline pumping through my veins and pulling at my face until I have a grin as crazed as his on.
“Smoke him.”
His grin sharpens. “As you wish. Give us a countdown, beautiful.”
I hold my hand out the window and count down from three, then throw my hand forward to signal the start of the race.
We speed forward at the same time. A car appears in front of us and Kellan slams on the brakes while our opponent passes us. He swerves into the other lane, zipping us by other cars and then flying into another lane when a stretch of road opens up.
