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“Sorry, sweetness,” he said as she groaned.

“No . . . problem . . . I’m sorry . . . I . . . stink.”

He got into the backseat of the truck and settled her on his lap. Sampson jumped in the front passenger seat and Jenner carefully backed up and turned around.

“You should put . . . me down,” she told Tobias. “Covered in . . . puke. Stink.”

“Shut up,” he growled at her. “I wouldn’t care if you were covered in blood matter and sewerage,” he told her. “I’d still hold you.”

“Aww, that’s . . . sweet. Weird, but . . . sweet.”

“Why does she sound so breathless? What’s going on?” Jenner asked.

“What happened?” Sampson turned to stare at her.

“I . . . shit. How did you . . . find me?”

“Took us a bit to figure out you were gone,” Tobias told her. “And we’ll be having a long conversation about that once you’re feeling better. When we did, we tried calling you but it didn’t go through.”

“Isaiah tracked my . . . phone?” she guessed.

“I did,” Jenner told her. “I, um, after Maeve was kidnapped I asked him to put the app on my phone where I could track yours.”

“We couldn’t get hold of Isaiah,” Sampson said. “He isn’t answering his phone.”

Worry filled her. “Do you think he’s . . . all right? Can you track his phone? Maybe one of . . . the fake-Sentinels got him!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Tobias said. “We don’t know how badly you’re injured. You need to stay calm. Is there a blanket or something to put around her?”

“Use my jacket,” Jenner said. “It’s on the back seat.”

Tobias covered her in Jenner’s jacket. It still held his scent and it made her want to melt. He always smelled so good. Cinnamon and chocolate.

“What the fuck happened?” Sampson demanded.

“We have to check on Isaiah,” she said with urgency.

“I’m sending him and Abe a message,” Sampson reassured her. “As well as Alejandro and Gray.”

“Just stay calm, sweetness,” Tobias told her. “Everything will be okay.”

“Will it?” she asked on a sob. “Everything seems to be falling apart!”

“Don’t worry about any of that right now,” Jenner told her in a reassuring voice. “All you need to do is concentrate on you, baby.”

“Tell us,” Sampson said.

“Lauren hit me with her car. And then she . . . she kidnapped me.”

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Jenner didn’t want to be the one driving. He wanted to be in Tobias’s place, watching over his girl.

Well, their girl.

Or at least she would be once they got her to agree to this crazy idea. It wasn’t normal. It was going to cause huge waves if people found out.

But he didn’t fucking care.