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ZANE I should be in the back seat. It is where I belong. The Alpha always sits in the back. The Beta drives. It’s tradition, it’s optics, it’s respect. Yet tonight, the back seat is occupied by three unconscious women who smell like alcohol, sweat, perfume, and horrible decisions. So here I am. In the passenger seat. Like a damn pup who lost a bet. Rion grips the steering wheel, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He is doing a spectacular job of pretending this is all completely normal.

Kitty asked. "Thanks Aunt Kitty," the girl said sheepishly. They sat in silence for a few minutes, "Do you want to...do it now?" Kitty nodded and then found button the side of dash and pushed it. The back seat made a buzzing noise and then, the last two seats in her SUV laid down like a bed. She quietly moved the Teddy Bear so that it would be looking in that direction.

At the exit of the building, we get into the back of a black x without my reacting in the least. I hear the leather seats creak with distracted ears when he settles on them, while he keeps me on his knees despite the comfortable seat. Chris then sits next to us in the back seat and Loyd in the front passenger seat. The driver starts shortly after, at his signal, as if everything were normal.

I started the car and merged into the rushing traffic. In the rearview mirror, that intersection grew smaller and smaller, finally fading into a blurred dot, disappearing entirely. I pressed the accelerator. Before me lay my own path, limitless and unbound.

When I looked inside, Rex was already seated by the window, noise-cancelling buds in his ears, head resting against the headrest as he stared at the car roof. I wondered what he was thinking. I glanced at Sebastian, and he gave me a reassuring look, whispering, “It’s okay…” “Are you getting in?” Rex mumbled. I took a deep breath and climbed in. It was a three-passenger back seat. Rex sat on the left, Sebastian on the right, and I was stuck in the middle. The driver was up front. An awkward silence filled the car. Sebastian probably didn’t want to leave me alone back there with Rex, that was why he sat with us. Still, it felt suffocating.

The back of the SUV filled until the seats disappeared. Cole opened the rear door and stared at the pile. “There’s no bench.” Dad slapped the roof. “There is lap space. Harper’s small. You two figure it out. Linda gets shotgun because she packed the playlist.” I stood on the driveway in a cotton skirt and a hoodie, flip-flops slapping the concrete. The skirt hit mid-thigh. I had put it on without thinking and then thought about it the whole time I brushed my teeth. Cole got in first. He sat behind Dad, knees apart because there was nowhere else for them to go. The tent sack pressed his left side. I climbed in after him. There was no second cushion. Only his legs and a sliver of seat that was

“Please. I cannot... I cannot face them. Not like this.” Sebastian stood. He held out his hand again. I stared at it for a long second. Then I took it. He opened the back door quietly. Checked the hallway. It was empty. We slipped out the back exit. Down a narrow corridor. Through a service door. Into the parking lot behind the venue. Sebastian’s car was there. Black. Unmarked. Waiting. He opened the passenger door.I got in. He closed it gently, got behind the wheel, and started the engine. We drove away.

"Oh, look at you two being so helpful! Come on, let's get on the road before the traffic gets terrible." Because they were taking one car, the seating arrangements were non-negotiable. Mila’s dad took the wheel, Carol sat in the passenger seat, and the three teenagers were packed into the back seat. Naturally, Mila ended up stuck in the center seat, squeezed directly between Aaron on her left and Axel on her right. In the front, Mila’s dad and Carol were in high spirits, sipping coffee and chatting happily about the journey ahead. In the back, the heat radiating from the two boys on either side of Mila was suffocating.

CHAPTER 18: BACKSEAT WARFARE The heavy door of the SUV shut with a quiet click, blocking out the flashes from the press, the roar of car engines, and the loud noise of the crowd. Inside the dark backseat, everything was quiet and tight. Soft orange lights lit up the leather seats and the dark glass partition that separated us from the driver. Outside, the rain was coming down hard again, running down the dark windows as the heavy car moved onto the highway.

The night air hit my face, cool and sharp. He led me to a black SUV. Big. Spacious. He opened the back door and gestured for me to get in. I didn't hesitate. --- The back seat was leather, soft, roomy enough for both of us. He climbed in after me, shutting the door behind him. The windows were tinted. No one could see inside.