Cross didn’t move. He was just like his brother, both were tense, both watching the other warily, as if waiting for a mortal adversary to make the first move before launching the all-out attack. The air started sweltering around us. My own chest felt like it was deflating from the pressure.

Blaise moved, but only to sweep a hand around the area. “Your boy is gone. Your other boy is gone, too. I highly doubt both are off doing their own thing.”

“You’re insulting us.”

“And your boys aren’t including you because they don’t want me in the mix.”

“Jordan and Tabatha—”

“I got a call, too. Sweets was dropped off at her sorority house ten minutes ago—”

We jumped up.

Curses were said.

Keys were grabbed.

Yeah. We knew what that meant.

Jordan and Zellman were going after Harper without us, and they were probably doing it to ‘protect’ us.

“Fuck!” Cross only said that much as we were both running for his truck.

“No.” Blaise was right with us. “My Wagon is faster.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, because he was right. His was faster.

Cursing, Cross darted in front of me.

Blaise went to the driver’s side. Cross was in the front passenger seat. I climbed into the back. We were peeling out of there in the next second. Blaise was grim, pushing buttons on his dashboard, and a second later, ringing sounded through the vehicle.

“Yo! My dude! Tell me you’re coming over. We’ve got some—”

Blaise swung a tight left.

I had to throw a hand out, catching myself.

Cross didn’t move a muscle.

“Zeke,” Blaise cut his best friend off.

“What?” The party mood was gone in an instant. There was sound on his end, conversations, laughter, music and it was fading fast. He was moving away from it. “What’s going on?”

Blaise took another right, this time his side wheels going over the pavement. But watching him, he was calm, deadly calm. So was his voice. “You need to tell me where Harper is, and you need to not tell anyone else that you told me. You hear me?”

Zeke was quiet a second, then cursed. “You shitting me?”

“Zeke.”

“He’s here.”

I waited, expecting Allen to ask why his best friend was asking for Harper’s whereabouts. He didn’t.

He did ask, “You need me to get him somewhere?”

It was slow, and I couldn’t see the full transformation from my seat, but I saw Blaise smile, and it was calculating, mixed with a certain amount of pride. “Yes, I do.”

“Zeke,” Cross spoke up.

“What the fuck?! Your fucking brother is there with you?” A pause. “Who else? His bitch, too?”

“Hey!” I surged forward.