The world came back in fragments—the hum of an engine, the scent of leather, the steady pressure of Leo's thigh pressed against mine as the SUV barreled down winding backroads.
I groaned, shifting in the seat, and immediately regretted it. A sharp ache radiated from my side, hot and insistent.
"Stop moving," Leo muttered, his hand clamping down on my shoulder to keep me still. His grip was firm, but his thumb brushed absently against my collarbone, a quiet reassurance.
"Where are we going?" I rasped.
Charles, hunched over the wheel with his usual reckless precision, flicked a glance at me in the rearview mirror. "Your mom directed us to the King mountain cabin."
I blinked. Then blinked again.
Oh no.
"Uh." I winced. "Small problem."
Leo's gaze sharpened. "What?"
"I might have… loaned it out."
Silence.
Charles exhaled slowly. "To who."
"Vanessa."
"Vanessa Belmont-Jang. Chaos queen? That Vanessa?"
"And Nathan," I added helpfully. "For their honeymoon."
