Page 27 of Not Her Day to Die (Star-Crossed #2)

A xel marches his way out of his house, the gun weighing heavily in his pants.

There are a hundred different ways this scenario could play out, ways that would end in his death, but he doesn’t care.

Not knowing what to expect is a difficult adjustment.

Sunday has been gone for too long. And he knows with near certainty.

She isn’t okay.

Swinging into Darius’s truck, he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

He finds what he is looking for.

“Breaking news! FBI Agent Franz is presumed dead after damning evidence was anonymously submitted. A full investigation has already been launched,” blares through the speakers of his phone.

“Agent Franz was on unofficial business in the small town that made waves just under two months ago when police brutality was called into question. While the official story then was an attempted murder-suicide, others online have begun to speculate that there is more to it than that. Stay tuned as we–”

Satisfaction lands. “We need to hurry. Before they decide to pin this on us,” Grayson grumbles as he makes his way to the passenger seat. “And you should really let me drive.”

“This is a national news station.” Axel tosses the phone to Grayson. “They aren’t playing the video we sent in, there’s still time.”

“I still don’t understand why she had to die ,” Grayson says .

Axel opens the garage flipping the truck into reverse, the tires squealing as he slams on the accelerator. “Don’t you?”

He shifts the truck into drive and speeds down their neighborhood road. The sky is dark except for a sliver of moon and the stars that shine brightly above them.

Stabbing reminders of what is at stake.

“My heart still hurts,” Grayson whispers, his attention shifting out of the truck and upwards. “What if we’re too late?”

Axel grips the steering wheel tighter. “We won’t be.”