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run off.”
    “You shot out my tire.” How she managed to keep her voice so calm, she didn’t know. Maybe it was from years of practice dealing with explosive family members. Maybe fear was useless to her now that she was caught. He’ll shoot me and these nightmare weeks will be over. I only wish I’d reached Aster first. Oh, God… “I didn’t see anything.”
    “Oh?” His voice was soft, which was somehow held a more dangerous note than when he’d been angry with her the day before.
    “I heard a gunshot and I ran,” she said, “That was all. I didn’t want to see anything.” But I saw, I saw. She kept her face still.
    “I can’t believe you,” he said, taking her jaw in his hand and tilting her head to look up at him. “You know how this works.”
    An odd sort of relief washed over her, then. It would be an ignoble end, there in the ditch on the side of the road, all her belongings in the van next to her, but it was an end. No more running. Escaping one man who wanted to capture and potentially kill her was difficult enough - two would be impossible. I’m sorry, Aster. I tried. She’d be next if and when they found her.
    Gunner’s brows furrowed. “You’re not gonna freak out?”
    “Am I supposed to?” she asked, holding eye contact. She didn’t think she had it in her. She was afraid - scared to death, actually - but though her hands and her knees trembled, though her heart pounded so hard it hurt, none of it bubbled to the surface. If nothing else, her upbringing had taught her how to keep her cool no matter what.
    He released her jaw and took off his sunglasses, revealing those blue eyes she’d found so distracting. Something like regret crosses his face. “Most people do.”
    If he’s going to take his damn time then I’m gonna take my chance. She brought her knee up as hard as she could, slamming it into his groin. He grunted with surprise and took half a step back. Shit! She’d hoped it would make him drop to the ground just like all the movies promised, just like that one-week self-defense class had suggested. But he didn’t drop. He grabbed her elbow as she tried to dart past, wrenching her around. She cried out as his fingers dug in with bruising force.
    “That’s enough. You had to try, but that’s enough.” He dragged her further down the ditch, away from the van and away from the road. Away from where anyone will find me. Dread formed a tight ball in her gut. Is this really happening? Her limbs felt like lead. She was lying to herself, she didn’t feel relief here so close to death. She wanted to stop running but she wanted to live.
    “I have money.” The words popped from her mouth before she could consider them.
    He laughed. “You’re sleeping in a van.”
    How much should she tell him? How much would it take to convince him?
    She settled for half-lies. Anything that would buy her time. “I have a lot of money. I’ve just been hiding it. Have you heard about Glenn Moore?” She didn’t want to sound like she was begging. She hated that pitch in her voice, that extra octave that gave away her fear. “I just have to-”
    He stopped her and turned her to face him. Her heart stuttered at what she saw. Conflict, hesitation, doubt, yes, please, you’re not a monster, don’t do this! “Listen, whatever you’re getting at here…” He sighed. “I don’t care. I don’t care about your money, or... fuck!” He stepped away from her, kicked up a clod of dirt, clenched his jaw so hard she could see the muscles in his neck straining. “We don’t do this. I don’t know what the hell is happening to us, the club, but we don’t do this . I don’t want to kill you.”
    “So don’t,” she whispered, cringing away from his tirade.
    “Convince me, college girl,” he said, standing closer, leaning into her space and blocking out the sun. She looked up into his face, twisted with conflict, and wondered not for the first time just how unstable this man was. And yet,