Cover Design: Net Hook & Line Design
“Cass!” my brother hissed urgently. “Stop!”
My eyes followed the direction of his outstretched arm, his finger jabbing against the windscreen.
Tucked away, off the side of the road, the matte-black paint blending into the shadows.
Cassius pulled to a stop just behind the Fiat 500, sending a shower of dust and gravel flying up around the wheels, and I jumped out, not bothering to wait for him to turn the engine off. Jogging over to the front of her car, I placed my hand on the smooth metal surface.
It was ice-cold.
I jogged back to the SUV, leaning into Weston’s open window. “The engine’s stone cold. She must’ve been here a while, and the fact she hasn’t come back—” I cut my words off abruptly, scrubbing my hand across my face, unable to articulate my worst fears.
“Shit,” Cass swore softly, his eyes darkened with worry. “I’ll park here. Eyes and ears open, all of you. Let’s go get our girl.”