Nightfall (Devil's Night 4) - Page 293

I shook my head. “There are some people I wanted to say hi to anyway. Let’s go.”

Emory

Present

“Emmy, wake up!” someone called, shaking my body.

My eyes popped open, and I startled, turning over. “What? Who is that?”

It wasn’t Will’s voice.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes as someone turned on the lamp, and I looked up, seeing Rory and Micah walking around my room.

I reached for my new glasses and slipped them on. “What are you guys doing?”

“Will’s been arrested.” Micah tossed me some clothes. “He started a fire at the Cove.”

Huh? “The Cove?”

I held the clothes to my chest, trying to make sense out of what they were telling me, my chest slowly constricting.

He started a fire at the Cove? And he was now sitting in jail?

Son of a bitch. I growled, shooting off the bed. “One day! Not even one day back in town and he’s back in a cell!” I unhooked my overalls and pulled on the black, long-sleeved shirt. “Ugh!”

They spun around, and I dropped the overalls, slipping into the jeans and pulling on Alex’s sneakers before I tied up my hair into a ponytail.

In jail… Tears welled. Not again.

“Do you know who arrested him?” I asked.

“We don’t know this town,” Micah snapped, tossing me a jacket. “Damon is going to try to get him out, but we told him to wait. We wanted to get you.”

I shook my head. “I’m going to kill him. What the hell is wrong with him?”

I zipped up the jacket and headed out of the room with them, jogging up the stairs.

I should let him sit there. This one was on him. An endless cycle of not being accountable or controlling his behavior. This wasn’t a choice. It was a habit, and I didn’t need this shit in my life.

He was a man? He was going to be a father someday? Yeah, right.

I kicked the door open. Motherf—.

“Let’s go,” I told them, running out of the house and into the driveway.

Damon stood next to a G-Class that looked a lot like the one Michael drove in high school, and I had no idea where everyoneelse was, but he saw me and immediately straightened.

“No way in hell. She’s not coming,” he said.

I grabbed the keys out of his hand and walked around the front of the car. “She’s driving, actually.”

“Nah-uh. No.”

I looked at him over the hood. “What are you going to do?” I challenged. “I sent him to jail. You tried to kill him. You really gonna argue with me right now?”

If I didn’t have a right, then neither did he.

He twisted his lips to the side, giving me that “eyes-falling-down-my body-to-inspect-the-competition-with-a-side-of-judgment” look, but he shut his damn mouth.

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