Chapter 46

Quinn

“Quinn,” Mario said. “Please get in the car.”

“Not until Troy is here,” I snarled at him.

"I swear we won't leave until he's here."

I was restless, irritated, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something really bad was about to happen. I had to fight with everything inside me not to run from the club.

This place was death.

I ignored all of it. All my new instincts and the voice that kept echoing in my skull. I didn't want any of it, I didn't want to be burdened with knowledge of the future.

Even though I knew better, I convinced myself that it was just the vision I had in the club that unsettled me. It would be the most likely explanation, but the voice in my head was on a refrain, screaming, begging me to, 'get out, get away.'

My unease had nothing to do with the disturbing and frighteningly vivid little mind movie that played itself out in the dining room. It was still coming, was still going to happen.

Oh God, I hoped Donovan got the kids out in time.

I wanted to