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Well. This was not how she had intended to spend her night, damn it.

Dylan waited until Will climbed out of Braelyn’s car before she acted. She was Arthur Whateverhisnamewasforreal’s daughter, after all. She knew how to think for herself—whether her father liked it or not. He had taught her to be resourceful. And well, Will hadn’t tied her feet or gagged her or even tied her hands behind her back or anything.

As an abductor, Will really wasn’t very good at it.

At most, he just came across as desperate and sad. Which was both terrifying and helpful at the same time.

Will was going to be even more unpredictable, and all her talks about psychology with Devaney really hadn’t prepared her for the mental workings of a desperate abductor of Dylans.

It took her less than a minute to grab the edge of his leather belt with her teeth. She pulled it tight, just enough to slip the tongue out of the loop.

Just like that, her hands were free. She was in a trunk, but it was a hatchback. All she had to do was climb over the back seat. Easy enough to do, even though Braelyn’s car was small. So was Dylan, after all.

And that surprisingly just kept coming in handy lately.

She had to get out of there.

To hide. Until she could get to help, or she could get someone to come get her.

She checked her watch. She didn’t have her phone, and the Scraggle-Popp watch had to be near the “parent” phone to really work. It was why she always carried her phone, damn it, even though she loved the watch her sisters had bought for her too.

She did have just enough signal to operate the 911 feature. It would send a signal, even if she couldn’t get a message out. It was a built-in safety feature. She’d also preprogrammed the watch to send an emergency alert through the app to another phone.

She just hoped that other phone was close enough to make a difference. She really wanted Fletcher right now.

She sent the message and then searched the front seat. The ass had taken the keys to the car he’d stolen with him.

After he’d called friends of his to join him. To help him. Told them they owed him big and promised them a lot of OPJ if they hurried.

And told them to bring guns. That they’d be needed.

She was terrified of what that meant. Will Vanderguard was a man on a mission.

But without a key—her best bet was going to have to be to hide. And wait for help. She just kept telling herself that help was coming. She just had to stay safe until Joel or Sage or Zach or any other cop out there came to find her.

Hide. No matter what.

Dylan made that happen the instant she saw a truck barreling down the driveway like the wheels were on fire.