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Oh my fucking God.
“Hello, this is detective Rogers. Do you know a Willow Masters?” he asks.
He listens for a moment.
“No, she’s fine,” he snaps. “You’ll have to come down to the police station and collect her.”
“What for?” I hear Julian asking, as clear as day through the phone.
“She’s just been caught underage in a gay nightclub.”
The blood drains from my face.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I sit in the police station waiting room feeling nauseous. A sense of dread hangs over me like a storm cloud.
I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I’m supposed to be the adult here. What a stupid mistake to make.
Why did I go inside that club? And why did Willow follow me? I would never have gone in there if I’d thought for one moment that she was going to come after me.
This is one big fucking nightmare. The door opens and Julian comes into sight. His eyes find mine across the room and he glares at me.
My stomach sinks. God.
“Hello, I’m here to collect my daughter, Willow Masters,” he announces.
“Ah, yes,” the policeman answers over the reception desk. His eyes rise up to Julian. “Judge Masters. This is unexpected.”
Julian glares at the policeman and I slump farther into my seat. Fuck, the policeman knows who he is.
“Has she been charged with anything?” Julian asks.
“No, but she was found underage in a gay nightclub. It’s mandatory that she be brought back here until a parent can collect her. You can sign her out now and take her home.”
Julian’s jaw clenches. “I see.” His angry eyes flick to mine and I sink into my seat again.
Fuck.
I twist my hands together in front of me.
He signs the paperwork in silence and the policeman disappears.
I peer up to see Julian is staring at me with his two hands tucked in his suit pockets, his face stony.
I stand and walk out the front door. I’m just going to wait outside for them both. It’s dark, cold, quiet, and I stare at the pavement beneath my feet.
The door opens and Julian strides to the car. “This way,” he barks.
He opens the passenger door and I hang back. “Willow can sit in the front.”
“It’s you I want to speak to,” he says as his cold eyes hold mine.
