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I raise my wild eyes to Eilish. She frowns.
“What—”
“I don’t think Elsa and her sister ran awaywiththeir father,” I murmur. “I think he fuckingtook them.”
Her eyes fly wide as her hand claps over her mouth.
“Oh my God…”
I yank out my phone and start typing away frantically. I haven’t done this before, because it would be ethically fucked formeto be tracking Elsa’s fifteen-year-old sister. That’s why I linked the keychain panic button I gave Nora and the app monitoring it toElsa’sphone, not mine.
But I still know the password.
My heart is racing as the app finishes downloading, and I log in with the account I set up for Elsa, hoping and praying Nora’s as smart as I think she is. If I’m right about Leo taking them, I don’t know if he did it separately, or together. But either way, if Nora kept her wits about her, I’m hoping to God she remembered to push—
The app pings with a map location.
The button.
Nora fucking pushed the button. And right now, it’s giving me an exact location to where she is, accurate within a six-foot radius.
Now, I just have to hope that she and Elsa are together.
“Hades?”
“Call your uncle,” I hiss, racing for the door and texting her a screenshot of the map. “Call my brothers. Call Castle. Call fuckingeverybody! And tell them to get their asses to that location, NOW.”
I bolt out the door and sprint down the hospital hallway.
Praying that Elsa is with Nora.
But mostly….
Praying I’m not too late.
37
ELSA
“I’ve prepared your breakfast.Just the way you like it, my love.”
To describe what I’m feeling as “creeped out” is like referring to a hundred-year-storm as “a spot of bad weather”.
I’m not “creeped out” to be tied to a chair at the kitchen table of the dingy little house, across from my terrified sister, while Hugo Johansen sets two plates of poached eggs down in front of us.
I’m absolutely fuckinghorrified.
“Oh-oh-oh, mustn’t forget!” he chuckles to himself, turning to grab two grimy glasses with orange juice in them, setting them down in front of Nora and I as well. “Fresh-squeezed, just the way you like it, sweetheart.”
My stomach turns as I eye the man I once worked with. The man who hounded me for fuckingyearsafter our three whole dates, before I filed a restraining order against him.
The man I thought I’d left in my past forever once I moved us to New York.
So stupid.
Noneof my past has ever stayed there. None of it has remained in England. First it was Leo who followed me across the Atlantic. And now, it’s Hugo who’s back to shake my life apart.
As if it’s not already shattered into enough charred, wrecked pieces.
