He leads me down the steps, and I search the parking lot for the silver Audi. Lucas spots us first, and he’s up and out of the car, marching toward us while Cole barks out a laugh. “Easy there, I’m hand delivering Dakota since she’s safer with you three than anywhere else. Isn’t that right, Dakota?” I glare at Cole. He knows I don’t want to do this. They all know. “Take care of her, Govern,” Cole says. “There will be consequences if you don’t.”
