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Someone forgot or is living life a little too close to the edge right now. If Shift sees him there, then he’ll probably sit himself between us to make sure Ryker is happy with the level of protection he’s offering. I don’t need any further drama though, we’re already sinking in it. So I shuffle down in my seat, pulling my things from my bags as the professor appears and begins the class.
I’m getting quicker with the keyboard, my fingers don’t ache from using muscles I never even knew I had like they do when I’m writing, and it’s easier to piece the letters together. I’m still not ready to start whipping out a hundred words a minute, unless the word isa, but I’m taking whatever progress I can get.
When I’m sure a migraine is coming on from looking at the screen so much, the professor thankfully calls the class to an end, and I rush to pack all of my stuff away. The next class is to do with make-up, which is going to be intriguing at least. It has me nervous because I can’t do anything like Emily can, but it beats having to overcome words and shit, so we’re taking it as a win.
Hitching my bag on my shoulder, I move to the stairs to get ready for Emily, when Joshua turns and blocks my view.
“Hey.”
“Fuck off,” I grunt, shoving at his arm to move him to the side, but he doesn’t budge.
“I was wondering—”
“Honestly, take a hint and get the fuck out of my way,” I bite, in no mood to deal with his bullshit right now, but he just smirks at me like I’m funny. He’s about to see what funny definitely doesn’t look like in a second, with a goddamn audience if necessary.
“It’s amusing how raspy your voice gets when you’re angry. It reminds me of your groans when you’re fucked like a whore.” His top lip lifts in a snarl, and I scoff at the audacity coming from him.
“Listen, shithead, do us both a favor and save us a hell of a lot of time by getting out of my vicinity. It’s not the man fucking this whore you should be worried about. It’s the whore herself.”
People continue to move around us, and I count to three in my head. When he’s still standing where he is, I shove at his chest, making him stumble back a step and it gives me enough room to maneuver around him.
Irritation claws at my insides at his presence, but I’m too focused on Emily to let it drown me. Especially when I don’t have eyes on her. Frowning, I glance along the front row again, before head counting every single person walking up the stairs, but I don’t see her bouncy blonde hair anywhere.
What the fuck?
Taking another step down the stairs, my heart starts to pound, my body going rigid as I come up blank again. I try to take a deep breath, but it falls short as I spin on the spot and march toward the doors, expecting to see her standing side-by-side with Shift, but my gut twists when I find him leaning against the wall. Alone.
“Shift, is she with you?” I holler, his eyes quickly lifting to mine as he stands tall.
“What? No. Why?”
My body tingles as I spin on the spot to face the room again. My backpack falls at my feet. I can’t find her.
I can’tfuckingfind her. Why the hell can’t I find her?
I don’t manage a single step into the room before Joshua is thrusting a piece of paper against my chest. “You’re going to want this, whore.”
Clutching at it with one hand, I glare at him, and when he goes to take a step away from me, I slam my free fist into his throat. “Grab him, Shift,” I yell, and he follows my order. My attention switches to the cream colored envelope against my chest.
Fear coats my skin as I tremble, tearing into it as quickly as I can, while wanting to delay the inevitable I know is coming. My eyes scan over the text, words written too small for me to decipher as quickly as I need to and my throat clogs with anger at myself for being a failure.
It takes me a split second to know I can’t break this down word for word. I can barely see past the end of my own nose. So I glance at the bottom of the note to see who the sender is, and chills run down my spine as my heart breaks in two.
Kincaid.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Scarlett
Bile burnsthe back of my throat as I scope out the building, coming up empty-handed, just as I did in the last building. Where the fuck is she? I feel exhausted and useless all at once.
How did Kincaid manage to make her completely disappear into thin air? She was there one moment and gone the next. I can barely breathe if I let myself wallow in the panic of it. Instead, I channel all of my focus into fucking finding her.
Shift called the club, bringing every brother to campus to search for her, and I haven’t seen any texts come through to confirm someone has. She shouldn’t be missing in the first place. I’ll forever beat myself up for this. I can’t even bring myself to lean on any of my men at the moment.
Gray was the first to try and hold me, with Ryker being second. Even Axel insisted on checking on me, but my heart fucking broke when it was Emmett’s turn. I don’t deserve anything from any of them. I let them down, I let myself down, but most of all, I let Emily down.
Fuck.
