HOPE
When the car finally rolls to a stop and the engine cuts off, I glance up—only to freeze.
We're not at the dorms. Hell, we're not even on campus. We're parked in front of the Quads mansion.
I swivel in my seat to glare at him, and sure enough, he's already watching me—his expression like I'm some equation he's long since solved and found unimpressive.
I fold my arms and lean back in my seat. "I'm fucking not getting out of this car. Take me to my dorm."
The driver doesn't hesitate. He climbs out, circles to my door, and opens it with a faux-polite smile, like that'll change anything.
Spoiler alert… it won't.
"I don't know why you get off on resisting every damn thing, Hope," Kaleb says, voice dry as sandpaper. "But we're here to have dinner with your mate. So put the phone away and get moving."
