Odessa POV

“What are you doing?” Maverick demanded.

I slipped into my jeans and pulled my top over my head. “I’m going with you. Seth’s at the border, remember?”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me close. “You’re hurt. This isn’t me being overprotective, it’s me being logical.”

“This is about Dustin. This is me being overprotective. You can’t stop me.”

“Odessa,” he said, shaking his head.

“Maveric, Meadow’s awake, which means she’s working overtime to fix ...