Chapter 66
Mason barely remembered how he got the rented SUV back to the Iron Reapers’ compound.
The drive blurred into a haze of screeching tires, hurried breaths, and stolen glances toward the passenger seat. He had no choice. Campus security had already been breathing down their necks after the interrupted drug test, and calling an ambulance would’ve meant more questions, more blood draws, more chances for whatever the hell was in her system to show up on official records. So he’d grabbed the nearest rental, shoved the key in the ignition, and driven like the devil himself was chasing them.
Sage sat curled against the door, restless in a way that made his own hands shake on the wheel. She couldn’t stay still. One second she was pressing her forehead to the cool glass, the next she wa
