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    “Anna, wait, get the fuck back here!”
    I scoff. That bossy asshole has another thing coming if he thinks I’ll obey his damn orders. Before I can make my escape he catches me by the arm and spins me around. I’m just about to unleash my frustration on him when a blaring alarm sounds throughout the building. It’s so loud that I startle and cover my ears.
    “It’s the feds, everyone out now!” Someone announces over the speakers, and the place erupts in absolute chaos.
    “Shit!” Logan tries to pull me back down the hall toward his dressing room, but I dig my heels in.
    “Wait, my friend. I came with my roommate.”
    He leans in to be heard over the piercing alarm and even in all this turmoil my heart kicks up another notch at his close proximity. “You aren’t going to find her in that.” He gestures over my shoulder. I turn around to see a stampede of people, pushing and trampling one another to get out of any exit possible. The entire thought of walking through that has terror gripping me, but I don’t want to leave Charity either. “We have to move, Anna, now!”
    I reluctantly follow him back to his dressing room. As he tosses a bunch of boxes that are in the way of the back door, I pull my cell phone out of my pocket to text Charity only to see I already have one from her.
    Charity: I’m with friends, we’re out and okay. Where are you?
    I sigh with relief then text back, letting her know I’m okay and that I’ll meet her back at the dorm.
    At the sound of the heavy metal door opening I shove my phone back in my pocket and follow Logan outside. A tingle of unease starts at the nape of my neck when we walk out into a dark alley that looks about as safe as the building we just walked out of.
    Logan senses my edginess and grabs my hand. “It’s okay, Anna.”
    I glance down at where we’re joined and hate the sense of security it makes me feel. It shouldn’t at all. He broke my trust a long time ago. I pull my hand away and make sure not to look up at him, even though I feel his eyes boring into me.
    The sound of sirens grow closer and he breaks the silence between us. “Come on, we have to go.” We head over to a motorcycle that I’m assuming is his, but it’s not the same one he had four years ago. He goes to put his helmet on over my head but out of instinct I back out of his reach, reluctant to get on the back of this with him. “Now is not the time to fuck with me, Anna. Get on here before we both get in shit!”
    With a huff, I rip the helmet from him and fasten it on my head. The last thing I need is to explain to my father that I was arrested for going to an underground fighting ring, or hell, even Jaxson for that matter. He would probably be worse to deal with than my father.
    I climb on behind him but try to keep as much distance between us as humanly possible. I manage this for only a second because he starts the bike up and shoots out of our spot with a speed that makes my heart jump up to my throat. My arms hug him tighter on their own accord, crushing my body against his.
    He keeps pace, speeding through the dark night until we are a safe distance away from the trouble behind us. I try to ignore the intimate feeling of being behind him like this, but it’s impossible. One of my favorite things that we used to do was ride, and I haven’t been on a bike since. I forgot how freeing it could be, but I refuse to let myself enjoy it. It’s something I don’t want to miss, not ever again.
    For not the first time tonight, I wonder what the hell is going on. What’s he doing here? I talked to his sister a month ago and she said nothing about it. Usually he’s off limits in our talks, has been from the beginning, but surely she would have told me that he was getting released early. Unless she doesn’t know either?
    Ugh…just let it go, Anna. It doesn’t matter, not any more.
    Unfortunately, my heart has a hard time grasping this concept. I’m about to tap his shoulder to