“What?”
“I said, where is Selena? She hasn’t come outside yet.”
What the fuck?
Outside, blue and red lights flashed in the distance.
She isn’t with Cal. Where is she?
“Bloody hell, you beat up a cop,” Cal was saying.
His mouth was moving, but it was hard to hear him. I had no control over my body.
“I’m calling Ronan, I’ll get him to meet you at the station.”
I lunged toward Cal and gripped his T-shirt. “She did leave. She went to meet you,” I managed to get out. God, loss of control was like torture. How did people function like this? Fear cut through my logic and rationality, fury and panic making it hard to breathe. My body wasn’t obeying me, and it was getting in the fucking way.
Cal blanched. “I was there. She never came out. I was in my car right across from the front entrance.”
I shook my head and looked at Preston. He was still unconscious. There’d be no asking him anything.
The cop cars drew up outside the diner.
Fuck. I turned to Cal. “You need to find her. Ask to see the security footage here, call Winter and the Ice Gods to help, they know her, and the town. Find her—” I was cut off when the cops stormed into the diner and descended on me.
My breath slammed out of my chest as I was pushed face down onto the tabletop, my hands cuffed behind my back.
“I’m calling his lawyer,” Cal was saying calmly to the police, his phone to his ear. “He won’t answer any questions until he is present.”
I held my brother’s stare, fucking powerless to do anything to help find Selena, despite the urgency to do just that screaming through me.
“Find her,” I urged Cal.
He nodded.
The cops yanked me up and hustled me out the door.
Selena
A shockof cold water on my face woke me from a deep sleep.
God, Brody and his running routine. I groaned, dreading it even as anticipation built inside me.
But then I opened my eyes, and the sweet sense of excitement faded. I wasn’t at home, and it wasn’t Brody looming over me.
Nick’s expression was dark and contemptuous. He was still holding the glass he’d used to pour water on me.
“Finally, you wake up. Lazy bitch.”
I blinked. My head ached terribly. My neck, too, for that matter. When I tried to turn it, sharp pain lanced up from my shoulder to the top of my head.
I took a long, deep breath. I had to breathe. I had to stay calm. Panic lingered at the edges of my mind, and I couldn’t let it get a grip.
“You’ve been out for hours. I didn’t even hit you that hard. Women are so weak.”
I swallowed. My mouth was so dry I could barely get words out.
“Where are we?” I managed after another pained swallow.
