Chapter 12 Dylan

　　Rich said, “You don’t look well, Cherry. Maybe I should call Dylan.” 　　“No,” I exclaimed, hearing the note of panic ringing in my tone. “No, I’m fine,” I tried more calmly, but I noticed Rich’s expression grow serious, and his eyes widened as he looked behind me. He’d caught sight of the suitcase on the back seat. 　　Now both Rich and Sam were looking at me strangely. Worriedly, I realized. 　　I steeled myself, and even though I knew they wouldn’t believe me, I said, “I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” 　　I knew the guards wouldn’t dare stop me. As their future Luna, they respected me too much, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t inform Dylan. 　　Quickly, I climbed back into the car, started the engine and drove out of Lord Hills. Panic quickened my heart, and sweat dampened my forehead. I felt it slipping down my back beneath my thin T-shirt, as I cursed the narrow lanes that didn’t allow for much speed. 　　As I trundled along, it felt like no time at all before a shape appeared in my rear vi