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Page 140 of Boys Who Hunt

So she’s told Aspen about the debt … but does she even know why?

I throw her a glance over my shoulder. “You think this is hate?” A smug grin spreads on my face. “Do you even know what kind of deal she made with me?”

Her face droops, and her eyes slowly widen.

I guess she didn’t.

“Enjoy the fucking party,” I add, waving before I head out the door.

I check my phone and the tracker I swiftly installed on her bike the moment I saw it parked outside this damn Phantom Society.Got her.

I jog across the street, but instead of taking my car, I grab my motorcycle. After putting my helmet on, I jump on to rev the engine and race off.

Ivy

I bikehome as fast as I can, sweat dripping down my back as I make my way through downtown Crescent Vale City. The more energy I expend, the more anger I’m able to let loose. Those boys have been nothing but a problem to me from day one.

Dammit.

I have no time to waste. I need to get to Cora and get her out of there before that anonymous fucker turns on me.

I know he’s waiting, waiting for me to admit I can’t do it anymore.

And I’d rather die than admit that.

Breathing wildly, I shift left and right across the lanes, passing the cars that are waiting at the red lights, risking my own life in the process. But I have no choice. I have to get to her as quickly as I can. Before it’s too late. Before—

A sudden buzz in my pocket has me nearly falling over the front of the bike as I abruptly hit the brakes. I grab it and press the unlock button to check who sent what.

Anonymous: Time’s up. Five grand or you’re done.

I type back as quickly as I can.

Me: I need more time. Please. I will have it for you tomorrow night. I swear.

Anonymous: You can swear that to Stefano when I bring you to him.

My eyes widen as panic rises to the surface.

No.

No. No. No!

Cora!

CHAPTER 36

Ivy

I jump backon my bike and race off as fast as I possibly can, ignoring all the stop signs. I nearly get hit but manage to avoid a car by a hair. The driver hangs his head out the window to yell at me, but I ignore him.

There’s no more time.

I have to get to her before it’s too late.

Please, please, please, let Cora be okay.

Goddammit, I shouldn’t have asked Mrs. Schwartz to watch her in my apartment. I should’ve just let her bring Cora to her place. At least then those fuckers might not find her.




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