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By the time Justin had finished wrapping his mind around what he’d just learned—or at least shoving it into a box until he was ready to deal with it—we were ready to go.
“We’re just going to have to drive through the night,” Justin said, tossing his bag into the car.
“I have a place,” Abraham offered, walking alongside me.
It was somewhat disconcerting to realize his nearness didn’t bother me. It wasn’t any more disturbing than having Scott standing next to me, or Chang.
“We’ll make do,” came Justin’s terse reply.
“You should let me help you,” Abraham said, his voice flat. “You agreed to share information with me. I’ve shared information. You’ve withheld it. That’s not like you, Justin. I can be of help and you know it.”
Justin opened his mouth only to shut it without saying anything.
Abraham pushed his advantage. He looked back at me, then at Tate. “Three of you. You intend to do this with only three of you.”
Justin lifted a shoulder. “With the plan I have, I could do it with two, but I like to be prepared.”
Abraham lifted a brow. “A fourth would be better. I know where you’re going. Don’t be foolish.”
“I got this.” Neither of them looked at me as they argued.
That pointed avoidance had me narrowing my eyes, because I had a feeling I knew why Justin was refusing the offered help.
“We have a mutual interest.” Abraham was one stubborn son of a bitch.
“Yeah, we do.” Justin opened the door, but lingered, eying Abraham. “Look, you wanted us gone, so we’re going. But listen up, I’ve worked with too many vamps before. Once you get the man you want, you’re just as likely to bail and I plan on getting all of them out.”
“I will help you with that—you have my word.”
“Not the issue.” Justin went to climb inside.
“Do we need another set of hands?” My own hands were slippery with sweat.
“We can handle it,” Justin said. The words were completely and utterly devoid of emotion. He didn’t sound confident but he didn’t sound doubtful. That worried me more than anything.
“That’s not what she asked,” Tate said quietly, moving to stand at my shoulder—not a place I’d ever expected her to be.