Clover's P.O.V
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What the hell is going on?
That's the question I kept repeating to myself as Truce and Lark dragged me out of the frat house. We slipped out the back and went around to the front. Apparently, Rune was waiting there with a car running. A car that looks entirely too expensive to be a freaking college frat party.
These id.iots.
Truce flung the back door open and turned to me.
"Give me your phone," he demanded as he held his hand out.
"What? Why?" I asked, taking a step back.
Apparently Truce was done talking. Or maybe he was just done with me not falling in line like he wanted. Whatever it was, he marched right into my space so fast that I almost fell backwards. The only thing that saved me was his arm snaking around my waist. He ke
