Eden's POV
This whole state is impossible to navigate, but thankfully the car I took from the estate has a GPS embedded inside of it. Carol slept through the trouble this morning and woke up to a mess and an empty house. Hopefully, she hasn't already told the brothers I've left the estate.
I can't have Ryder and Dante making this war worse.
I race through the Lamont Lounge, looking through the bar and the nearly empty dance floor—it's too early in the afternoon to be in a dance club getting drunk, but I had to double-check. Making my way into the elevator, I keep a careful eye out.
Erik Donahue still wants me dead. Being in the city with that threat overhead isn't really wise, but the weight of the flash drive in my pocket is so heavy that I forget about the threat against me right now
