Brandon's POV
Chloe had succeeded.
Whatever hold she had on me worked in her favor, because now I was doing exactly what I swore I wouldn't — chasing after her.
Every instinct screamed that I should have left it alone. Let her handle her own mess. But I couldn't. The image of her walking into Jason's mansion alone kept looping in my mind, like a scene from a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
By the time I pulled up at the gate, I could already imagine the thud of loud bass spilling from the backyard. Jason always had a thing for dramatic parties — even when it wasn't a party. He called it a "gathering." "A hangout." Whatever. I called it chaos.
The security guard didn't even make it easy. The stupid protocols at the gate took forever. All I could think about while waiting was Chloe — walking into that den of snakes like a naïve lamb walking into a burning field.
As soon as the scanner beeped green, I pressed my foot to the pedal and shot through the driveway.
