Kept.
Hurting.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
maverick
Trees flewpast me at a dangerous speed, my foot holding the gas pedal to the floor as I hauled ass down the highway.
My heart pounded like a fucking freight train.
Fury and terror warred within me.
Harper was a turned vampire.
Bloom had kept it from me.
Her best friend had been devolving, and she hadn’t trusted me enough to ask for help. She didn’t know a fucking thing about turned vampires—I did.
I slammed my fist into the top of the steering wheel. Something cracked.
The drive felt endless.
I threwmy car in park in front of the doorway, not taking the time to shut it off.
I took the stairs three at a time on my way to the ground floor. Rhone and Nolan were waiting at the top of the steps. There was a healing wound on Rhone’s throat. He must’ve just fed Harper.
He was trying to get her back to lucidity. Jury was out on if it would work.
Fuck, I hoped it would.
If we’d known sooner, the odds would’ve been better, but my mate hadn’t trusted me.
Why the fuck didn’t she trust me?
“Where is she?” I snarled.
I didn’t try not to. They were my family, and they hadn’t told me that my mate’s best friend had turned untilhoursafter the fact.
I could’ve rescheduled the rest of the challenges.
I would’ve come up with an excuse.
It would’ve looked bad, and probably led to more fights, but who the fuck cared?
Bloom was in trouble.
I should’ve been there.
They kept me from her.
“She’s in one of the cages.” Rhone’s voice was level.
Unlike me, he’d had hours to process this.
“WHO THE FUCK PUT MY MATE IN A CAGE?” I roared, slamming him into the wall.
He didn’t flinch.
