Page 213 of Midnight Curfew

I try to start the car again, but Anna-Katherine’s door opens, and she’s hauled out into the rain.

“Callum!” she cries.

“Goddammit!” I fly out of the car, the engine still purring as I run to free her. She can escape into the woods, making it home.

But someone lands on my back, taking me to the ground.

I push up, lifting my eyes to my sister. The short one holds her while the bearded one pulls me up, gripping the insides of my elbows and keeping my arms secure as Milo jabs a punch into my stomach.

My throat fills with bile, and I tighten my muscles against the next hit.

He backs up. “I think I’ll dump you on his lawn,” he pants. “He can get his revenge, too.”

I launch out, kicking his face and watching his head snap back. Blood spills from his nose, and his friend throws me on the ground, pressing my face into the gravel. Milo charges in and rears his foot back to kick me, but I scrape up some pebbles and dirt in my hand and throw them at his face.

He twists his head away, stumbling back and squeezing his eyes shut. Snarling, he swipes his hand across his face, his eyes watering and red.

“You broke my hand!” he growls. “I’m going to break your fucking teeth!”

He starts for me again, and I tense, ready for the kick, but someone catches him. I watch as Dallas throws him against the car and rams my door shut on Milo’s good hand. My former friend cries out, and the scene explodes in a flurry of activity as others fly in and kick ass. Anna-Katherine falls to the ground as Army points his firearm, badge around his neck since he’s out of uniform, the man holding her slowly raising his hands.

Dallas fists Milo by the collar, kneeing him in the gut, and I scramble to my feet, crashing my shoulder into the bearded guy’s stomach. He tumbles to the ground, scurrying backward, then climbs to his feet and runs down the small ravine, hopping the narrow canal and disappearing into the brush.

“Milo,” the short one calls, backing away slowly to test if Army will stop him.

Milo shoves Dallas back and bolts, both of them following their friend.

Rain spills down my face, my skin stinging. I whip my hand across my cheek, flinging off little rocks as I try to catch my breath.

But Dallas turns to me, and my lungs empty, taking in the sight of him.

My God…

His black pants glimmer with rain, molded to his thighs, and water drips down his chest and the ridges of his hard stomach. Green eyes are just visible behind the drenched locks of hair, and my groin starts to fill with heat.

Fuck.

I dart my eyes to my sister, pissed at myself for getting distracted when she was in danger.

She stands up, and I take a quick inventory, seeing she’s not bleeding anywhere.

I move to the front of my car, putting myself between her on one side and the Jaegers on the other. “You okay?” I ask her.

She nods, and I comb my hair back over the top of my head.

Milo’s car sits stalled just behind mine, and I try to see if he dented my rear fender. I need to get Anna-Katherine and myself out of here.

But I swallow, looking around at Macon, Army, Iron, Trace, and Liv. I blink twice, my heart picking up speed. I should’ve known she’d get her payback at some point.

“Where’s our shit?” Dallas asks.

I wipe my hands together, trying to wash off the dirt under the rain. “Not at the police station.”

“Where’s your security?”

My heart skips a beat. Why is he asking that?

Would he really hurt me? Or worse?