Rook’s brows furrowed, checking his phone. “She probably stopped somewhere to blow off more steam.”
“Where’s Harper and Regan?”
“Hey, Rebel,” Rook yelled into the living room. “Have you talked to Evie?”
I held my breath, waiting for an answer, but one didn’t come. Instead, Harper and Regan filled the doorway.
“Not since this afternoon before the fight.” Regan looked at Rook. “Which shouldn’t be a fight, by the way, because I told you there was something there, so you had the heads-up.”
“You were speculating, and from what I understand, this was before anything even happened between them, so you—”
“Harper?” I interrupted. “Have you talked to her?”
Harper shook her head. “Nothing.”
I pulled out my phone and called her. The ringing pounded against my eardrums.
No answer. I tried again and waited, the call going to voicemail again.
The air in my lungs turned to stone.
“I can text her. If she’s out, she’s always happy for us to meet up with her,” Harper added.
Something inside me twisted as Harper texted.
I knew Evie wasn’t going to respond. I don’t know how, but I knew. I clicked into my phone, trying to find the damn app she set up with all our locations. Ours were all on our bikes, but Evie’s and Regan’s were on their phones. I scrolled through pages, not able to find it.
“Can someone please check thefuckingtrackers?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant. “I can’t get the app to work, and I need to see where she’s at.”
Hero, who had been sitting at the dining table with a laptop, barely looked up. “She’s probably fine.”
“Check. The. Tracker,” I repeated, already moving toward him. I barked out locations, wanting every place I could think of checked.
Something in my tone must’ve gotten through, because Harper ran over, pushing Hero off the chair and clicking around on the computer. The room went silent except for the soft clacking of keys.
Finally, she stopped, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked over the screen. I was about to yell again, the world pressing in on me.
Evie ran off, hurt and upset, and I should have known it was bad. I was so focused on trying to fix things with Rook, so it was dealt with before she got back, that I didn’t think about how out of character it was for Evie to storm off without setting off a bomb.
When she got hurt, she did one of two things—she either burnedeverything to the ground or ran far enough to cool off before coming back and burning everything down anyway.
“What?” I demanded, my thoughts slipping. Maybe Rook was right, and I couldn’t take care of her right.
Maybe I fucked this all up right away.
Harper hesitated.
“Harper,” Rook said, his voice suddenly serious. “Where is she?”
Harper turned the screen toward us. A blue dot blinked on the map.
“Behind Sweet Haven Cafe. It says she hasn’t moved in almost two hours.”
“Why would she be behind it?” Regan asked.
I didn’t care. I was already grabbing my keys and heading to the garage. I needed to get to her. I should have already gone to her.
The bike rumbled to life beneath me, and I pulled out, surprised to see Rook catch up next to me.
