CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SEBASTIAN
She’s gone when I wake up.
At first, I think she must be in the bathroom, but when I glance over, I see it’s dark and empty.
My thoughts flash back to her words:I want to forget too. Over and over again. At least for now.
I swallow and run my hand over the cool sheets on my left side where Fi’s smell still lingers.
When I move, Michaels sniffs in his sleep and rolls closer to me, his warmth against my side a painful reminder that I’m going to have to wake him and tell him she left.
I’m not surprised.
I saw the panic in her eyes when she read Dennis’s note, and our argument at Charlie’s confirmed her fears. The incident with Michaels’s douchebag of a father made it so much worse.
Loyalty is Fi’s Achilles heel, and she’s worried about us. But I get it because the thought of either of them being in danger gives me crippling anxiety.
I gently nudge Michaels. “Stitch,” I whisper, running a finger along the curve of his shoulder.
He shivers and scrunches his nose, squinting one eye open. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s still dark.”
“Then why are you waking me?”
“Fi’s gone.”
That gets his attention.
Michaels sits up quickly, looking frantically around the room. “Like, gone, gone?”
“I think so,” I say with a heavy sigh.
Michaels turns his wild hazel gaze to me. “How are you not freaking out?”
“What do you mean? I am freaking out.”
He gives me a skeptical look. “Well, calm your tits then,” Michaels says with heavy sarcasm.
I roll my eyes.
“Look, I knew you would panic, so I can’t, you know?”
He tilts his head, his eyes softening affectionately. Then he pushes the covers down and stands. “So what do we do? How’re we going to find her?”
“First, put on some clothes.”
Michaels flushes when he realizes that he’s completely naked. “Right. Did she take the truck?”
“Where are your keys?”
Michaels freezes as he thinks about it, one leg in his pants. “Shit, they were in my coat pocket with my phone.”
I roll out of bed and look around for Michaels’s leather jacket but don’t see it anywhere. “I guess that answers that question,” I say. “And I bet she took your phone too.”
I grab a pair of boxers and jeans from my bag, pulling them on. I throw a hoodie over my head. I run out of the bedroom and walk through the projection booth and down the stairs. When I get to the back door and throw it open, I’m met with an empty parking lot.
