“Why don’t you just fuck off, Colt?” growled Aislin.

I opened my mouth to protest, glancing at Billie, who I thought was most likely to understand how very little I wanted to be involved in this.

She just huffed and shook her head, disappointed in me.

For a minute, I lingered wordlessly, then let my shoulders sink. I wanted badly to apologize for everything, to appeal to them and promise that I didn’t want any of this to happen. I wanted to search for a solution and help them escape. ...