Honestly, this whole thing felt like a scam in its own way. Brok calling me to the pawnshop like that, acting like he had the upper hand. He clearly knew I had the files on him now, so he would not dare try anything stupid unless he wanted everything to blow up in his face too.
"This is like a brat house party?" I asked.
"No," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Maybe. I don't know, man. Let's just get there. And isn't that frat party?"
"We are not playing truth or dare like stupid teenagers," I said flatly. "If that happens, I'm leaving."
"Yeah, and if that happens, take me with you."
I stopped at a red light and leaned back in my seat, both hands on the steering wheel. Ivy leaned back too and cracked the window slightly to let some of the cool air in.
"Dude," she muttered, wrinkling her nose. "Stop smoking in the car. It reeks."
"I am not smoking right now."
"The smell is still in here." She frowned. "At least open a window if you do that."
"Yeah, yeah."
