Page 53 of Collateral Love
Re-route.
My jaw clenched.
She’d clocked another threat and moved around it without looping me in.
That bothered me more than it should have.
I pulled my phone out again.
Still nothing.
I called one of the campus runners quietly. No alarms. No commands.
“Where you at?” I asked.
“Dorm,” he said. “Why?”
“You see YaYa?”
A pause. “Nah. She left early.”
“Who did she leave with?”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“Some girl from her class. Said she needed to talk.”
That didn’t calm me.
Kenya didn’t do emotional ambushes.
I stepped back into the hallway, mind moving fast now—not reckless, but alert.
That was when I saw the car.
It was parked where it shouldn’t be. The Engine was off. I didn’t approach.
I watched.
Ten minutes later, Kenya came out of the side entrance.
Relief hit me hard enough to piss me off.
She walked straight to the car, opened the door, then stopped.
She looked up and her eyes met mine.
She didn’t flinch or look surprised to see me.
She closed the door, walked over slowly, and stopped an arm’s length away.
“You followed me,” she said.
“You disappeared,” I replied.
Her gaze softened just a fraction. “I was handling something,” she said.
“You don’t handle things alone anymore,” I replied.
