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With a heavy sigh, I resign myself to the fact that there is no way out of this. “We haven’t established what this is yet.”
“So, let me get this straight,” says Eilidh, crossing her legs. “You have been living with him for weeks. He’s all alpha with you. You’re sleeping together. But you’re not together? I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. I’ll be happy to take him off your hands and make a meal out of him. I mean, look at him with his green eyes and six-pack. He looks like an Adonis.” I give her a nasty glare, showing her exactly what will happen if she tries to make a move on him, which makes her laugh.
“Yeah, I gathered as much.” She lifts her hands in the air as a sign of peace and speaks.
“I don’t know what we are, okay? I’m just trying not to think about it right now.”
That’s a lie, and they know it. I’ve been in love with him my whole life. He was this sweet boy, always making sure I wasn’t bullied at school or putting aside his ego when we were playing trivia quizzes together. I always felt special because of him. Which is, when you think about it, strange. Although he is older, he never showed any romantic interest in me before I turned 18. I was completely unaware of his feelings towards me. I was this annoyingly curvy girl without an ounce of confidence. I’m still a curvy girl, but I’ve come to appreciate my body, and it has boosted my confidence levels in all areas of my life. It’s crazy to think that such a small thing could cause so much change. He proved by killing for me he’ll do anything for me.
Am I forgiving him too fast? Maybe. But there’s not enough time in life to spend wasting it on futile things. Am I going to tell him? Nope. I’ll make him grovel a bit more.
I reach for my phone, hoping to find a message from my sister waiting for me. That’s strange. She should have been home an hour ago.
“Do any of you have a message from Bai?” With a synchronised movement, they all check their phones and shake their heads.
“No, nothing. Shouldn’t she be home by now?” Isla asks.
Em sees the worry on my face because she adds. “She was probably delayed by something at the hospital.”
Dialling her number, it rings and rings before I hear the familiar beep of the voicemail greeting. I try a second time and still nothing. A feeling of unease settles in the pit of my stomach. She always picks up when I call her. Like Aisla. The girls are looking at me, waiting for anything.
“Nothing.” As the door opens, I feel a wave of relief wash over me, but it quickly dissipates when I see Scott entering the flat.
“What’s happening?” he asks, seeing our faces.
“Have you heard from Bailey?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he looks at me.
“No. I thought you were supposed to have a girls’ night?”
“And yet, you’re here,” retorts Emilie, her glass in her hand.
“I live here,” he replies back smugly.
Something is wrong. I can feel sweat dripping down my spine.
“Have you tried calling her?” Without skipping a beat, Scott pulls out his phone and begins messaging someone as he speaks.
“I did. Scott, she always answers my calls. She texted me to let me know she was on her way home. That was over an hour ago. The hospital is a 15-minute drive from here.” He mutters curses under his breath as the front door opens once more.
“What’s happening?” asks Aidan, entering the flat with Caleb hot on his heels. Aidan’s eyes lock onto mine as he charges forward while Caleb’s gaze burns with fury.
“Something’s wrong. Bailey was supposed to be here over an hour ago, and she isn’t answering her phone. Aidan, that has always been our rule with Aisla, Bai, and me.” By his glare, I know he remembers my phone call telling him that Aisla never came to the café or picked up her phone.
My phone buzzes incessantly, and without bothering to check the caller ID, I answer.
My attempt to say “Hello“ is foiled by Jonas’ interruption.
“She’s here. They took her.” My heart seems to skip a beat, and my hands shake involuntarily. “Don’t do anything stupid. They won’t touch her until the gala tomorrow.” The line goes silent, cutting off the conversation abruptly. I look at it in disbelief.
“Allo. JONAS?” I can taste the bile rising in my throat, and I know I’m going to be sick. I can’t breathe.
The voices echo around me from all directions, making it hard to pinpoint their origin.
“What’s happening?”
“Who was it?”
“Blake.”
