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“No one assumed that brain of yours could come up with anything sane,” Cadence says dryly.

Grey’s brown eyes burrow into me, alert and waiting.

“What if there’s a way we could take all the boxes out? If we get them into our territory, we can go through them without having to sneak into Redwood’s basement every time.”

“How would we take them out?” Dutch asks. “There’s security twenty-four seven. Even if we go under the cover of night, it would raise a ton of suspicion.”

“And how would we keep Harris from knowing it was us?” Sol points out.

“It’ll require dressing up.” I smirk at Grey.

She narrows her eyes slightly.

I swing around to Sol who stares right back at me with those eyes that used to sparkle and now look dead. “And I’ll need something from you.”

“What?”

“You still remember how to start a fire?”

* * *

Jinx: You can’t banish a king from his own kingdom

Today, our royal percussionist barged into Redwood with a glittering black carriage. His Cinderella didn’t seem that happy to see him. Was Snare King sweeping his lady love off her feet or was it a royal kidnapping? They’re both on borrowed time. I wonder what happens when that carriage turns into a rotten pumpkin?

Tick-Tock, Sexy Teach.

Let’s see if your scandal can really turn into a fairytale.

Until the next post, keep your enemies close and your secrets even closer.

- Jinx

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

GREY

Since we’re all going to the same place, Finn rides with us. He’s in the backseat, a tablet in his hands. Every so often, he swipes the page.

I peer at him. “What are you reading?”

His eyes shoot to me and then dart back down. “The Millionaire’s Surrogate Lover,” he says dryly. “It’s a historical romance.”

I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not.

I glance at Zane for help.

He shrugs. “We don’t understand him either.”

Finn swipes another page, dismissing me.

Okay then.

“So aboutmyend of the deal,” I say, staring at the darkness on the dangerously winding mountain road, “before I talk to mom, I need to find out more about Jarod Cross.”

“What about him?” Zane drives with one hand. The other he wraps around his cup of coffee.

I watch the way his throat bobs and feel my stomach tighten.