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“I heard rumors of a video.” Killian’s cold green eyes met mine, chips of icy emerald searing into me. “If Haversham got his hands on it, there’s only one way: Vaughn. And if Vaughn leaked information about one of our brothers, his ass is fucked.”

“It’s true,” I blurted. “It had to be Vaughn. Brock showed me a video from that night on the bluff…”

“Fuck,” Slate gritted out. “That little prick. What the hell was he thinking?”

“Brock and Vaughn’s older brother are best friends. I wouldn’t be surprised if Brock forced your frat brother to do it.”

“And the video is on Haversham’s cell?” Killian asked.

“It was last I saw it.” The asshole had gotten a new phone, and it had magically reappeared. Damned Cloud.

His dark gaze slid to Gage. “Can you hack into his phone?”

A sinister smile tipped up the corners of his lips as he swept his hand through the deep lavender strands of his mohawk. “Of course I can.”

“Good.” Killian rose, sharp eyes locked on mine. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Lorelei, I know exactly how to get Axel back.”

CHAPTER 59

TIME IS TICKING

Axel

I leaned my head against the bars, my fingers curling around the cold steel, waiting for the officer to bring my dinner. If my lawyer didn’t work something out soon, I’d be transferred from the tiny Copper Cove jail to Maine State Prison.

Fuck. Prison.

The itchy orange jumpsuit rubbed against my skin. Not that long ago, Lorelei’s soft hands had been on me instead of this shitty suit.

How had I gotten here?

Brock Haversham, that was how.

My lips curved into a snarl. That son of a bitch was going to pay. And if he tried anything with Lorelei while I was locked up, he was a dead man.

The lanky guard in a black uniform pushed the creaky metal cart with food trays to my cell and placed one in the opened slot. “The mashed potatoes are delicious.”

“Right.” I doubted it. The food so far had been bland and tasteless.

His green gaze flicked down each side of the concrete and steel hallway. “Seriously. They’re just full of surprises.”

My eyebrow quirked, but when I opened my mouth to question his strange words, he quickly shook his head.

“Eat up, Vanderhart.” He shoved the tray at me and then hurried down to the other occupied cell. There were only three other prisoners in this section of the small jail.

I took the tray and sat on the bed, the thin mattress doing a horrible job of concealing the hard bars of the bed frame. The generous helping of mashed potatoes nearly overflowed out of the bowl. I dug through the white fluff with my fork, pulling out a keyring with three keys.

“Definitely full of surprises,” I muttered, using my napkin to wipe off the gunk.

Did one of these unlock my cell? Was I expected to escape?

Then what? I didn’t want to be on the run for the rest of my life. Lorelei didn’t deserve that either.

There had to be some kind of explanation. I searched the rest of the food, a questionable piece of meatloaf, green beans, and a roll. My fork tore apart the meatloaf, finding nothing. There was no hidden note in the roll either.

My lips pursed as I lifted the tray above my head, but that was a bust too.

As I brought it back to my lap, the bowl of mashed potatoes wobbled, and something caught my eye.