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Like I said, I wish you knew the person Wolf was before. He wasn’t the wolf. He was still Ares, and your brother. He had hope, but I’m afraid he’ll never get that now.
Things are so much worse now.
I found out something today. It’s something about you, and I’m not sure how I’ll be able to tell your brother. It would hurt him so much worse, and I can’t fucking do that to my friend. He’s my brother, and he doesn’t deserve that truth. Your truth. He doesn’t and nor do his parents who are some of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my life. I love them like I love my own goddamn folks.
I just don’t understand.
I’m trying to get it, Noa. I’m trying to be patient, but things are getting deep here, and now, I’m spiraling worse than my best friend. I’ve left a lot of things out in these emails. I’ve left out us and ignored things. I ignored what I told you before you left. I made myself. No matter how bad it cut, I did, but I can’t ignore it now. Please help me understand you and what you’re doing. I mean, a few words from you can keep my world from leveling completely.
Because that’s how much you mean to it.
Chapter Thirteen
Dorian
I shouldn’t have gone to Sloane’s place. I mean, there wasn’t a point.
It wasn’t like she was there.
The house my grandfather had purchased for her had been searched many times. The authorities had combed it, and it had remained a high priority sight for a while. It was the most suspected place she would go if she was out on her own and needed a place to lie low. She wasn’t there, and that’d been ruled out pretty early.
Even still, I cruised toward that area, in my own car today. Dad had actually given me back my keys after that meeting with my grandfather.
He said he trusted me.
I didn’t even have to go anywhere with Ronald anymore, but I did have rules. If I went anywhere, my folks had to know about it, and I had told them I was swinging past Sloane’s today on my way home from school. I’d told them I just wanted to drive by and take a look.
Of course, my father stressed that the area had been searched. My mom too. I knew what they were telling me, and I knew what I knew myself.
My chest felt all locked up rolling through the hills, anxious and tight every inch I traveled. I mean, what was the point in finding Sloane if she didn’t want to be found?
What was the point in loving her if she didn’t love me?
I hurt everywhere, heavy and weighted. If I did find her today, I didn’t know what I’d do. I didn’t know if I’d yell or fucking kiss her, fuck her raw until she cried out and bled for me. Until she bled for what she’d done.
And continued to do by being gone.
I ached and was beyond pissed about it. I was ravaged by obsession, warped by pain, and I think the only thing keeping me on this path to actually check her house and not hit up my father’s liquor cabinet was because I kept thinking about that last email I’d sent her. I wouldn’t send her any more, but I couldn’t forget the topics. All this was bigger than me, and I had to find her for my family.
Even if she didn’t want me.
I drove slow on purpose, and that was for my safety more than anything. I was sober as shit, but I was so fucking in my head I worried I’d wrap my ride around a goddamn tree. Because of that, I rolled along real slow, but reacted quickly when Sloane’s gate opened.
I recognized the car coming out of it.
Myself and my friends had the newest rides at our school. With the exception of Bruno Sloane coming to Windsor Prep recently, we did have the newest, so saying I knew the Audi coming out of the gate was an understatement.
Thatcher had his arm out of his car, immediately turning right and the opposite direction away from me. His engine charged the air as he peeled off, and I shifted gears after him.
What the fuck?
My friend hadn’t told me or anyone else he’d be coming through here today, and by that I meant he hadn’t told us, his boys. Of course, my friends all knew Sloane might still be in town. They did with the exception of Wolf.
I hadn’t known how to break it to him yet that his sister was a lot freaking closer than we thought. That she was but still wasn’t surfacing. I actually planned to explain it all tonight, and Wells and Thatcher had agreed to be there as emotional support when I’d texted them.
What the hell?
Thatcher obviously hadn’t seen me here today. He’d peeled out of that bitch quickly, and I nearly lost him when I drove after him. Thatcher tended to like to drive fast, so that wasn’t surprising, but the rate he was burning those tires was even unusual for him.
