Page 93 of Chasin’s Surrender

“We’re not done talking about this,” he told her.

“We are. It’s not your job to make me feel better, Chasin.”

“Bobby—”

“I’m fine.”

“Did Nix check in?” Holden inquired.

It’d only taken a few minutes to fill Holden in. When Chasin was done, Holden’s face was set to granite.

“That guy’s fuckin’ whacked. The second you touched Genevieve, his whole demeanor changed. Something in him snapped and he couldn’t hide it. It wasn’t jealousy—I saw it was mania. After that, he let a few things slip. I went back over the letters. In the first few, he wrote about the chemistry they have. The ones that were sent while she was on tour say things about him bringing her home and they’ll hash out the details. Weird thing to say, “hash out details” in a letter you’re writing to a woman you have a delusional relationship with. His reaction to the whole situation was over-the-top. The last threat—”

“Holden,” Chasin growled, but it was too late.

“What threat?” Bobby asked.

Fuck!

“What threat?” Genevieve asked from the stairs.

Double fuck.

Chasin’s hard gaze went to his friend. Fucking shit, he had no one to be mad at but himself.

Time to pay up.

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I’d lost track of time.

I’d only meant to go up to Chasin’s room and wrap my head around what a colossal asshole Bent was and come to terms that he might be my stalker. I didn’t want to believe it, as in I really didn’t want to believe that Bent would be so crazy he’d send me creepy letters and jerk off on my bed. But after the way he’d behaved, I had a sick feeling in my stomach there was a real possibility Bent was that crazy.

The more I thought about Bent, the worse the feeling got, until I couldn’t take it anymore and set my guitar down and went in search of Chasin. However, as I made my way down the stairs and heard what Holden said, I contemplated turning around and going right back to Chasin’s room.

Until Chasin cut Holden off mid-sentence. There was something about the way Chasin had growled at Holden that stopped me dead.

Bobby had apparently caught the vibe because she questioned him about the threat that Chasin had stopped Holden from elaborating on. But he didn’t answer her.

Therefore I asked from my place on the stairs but he hadn’t answered me. Instead, he was shooting laser beams out of his eyes aimed straight at Holden.

“Babe,” Chasin called.

“What threat, Chasin?”

His shoulders hunched forward and his eyes closed for the briefest of moments before his gaze came to me. “Evie, come here.”

“No. Tell me what you’re talking about. Did he threaten me?”

“No, no one has threatened you.”

Firm, angry, resolute. But still not an answer.

“Then what’s going on?”

“Evie, please come here and I’ll tell you.”

It was the ‘please’ that got my feet to move. It was the I’ll tell you that made them move faster.