“Carly,” Nate snapped when he climbed into the driver seat and saw her in the back. “This doesn’t involve you.” She scoffed. “Like hell it doesn’t. I’m in the society too, and Ash is my friend. If anything, it involves me more than you. So either shut up and drive, or Ash and I can deal with this ourselves.” “Hey,” Royce protested, and Carly rolled her eyes. “I mean, me, Ash, and Roycey can deal with this ourselves.” She patted Royce on the head. “Sorry, twin.”
