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“Her phone’s been going off like crazy.” Ridge says as I enter my bedroom. He’s sitting in a chair, keeping an eye on Zhara, who’s sleeping off the tranquilizer Axel doped her up with. He has his laptop open, which is typical for Ridge. But he seems tense. My guess is he’s nervous because he’s been alone in a bedroom with Zhara for the past few hours.
While Ridge can pretty much hack into any computer system, he’s never been great with being around the opposite sex.
“Have you checked to see who’s trying to get ahold of her?” I ask, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
Wariness floods his expression. “Her phone’s in her pocket.”
“Yeah, so, then take it out.”
His eyes widen. “You want me to reach into her pocket … While she’s sleeping. That’s a little weird, isn’t it?”
“It’ll only be weird if you make it weird,” I tell him as Zhara’s phone buzzes again.
He shakes his head and adjusts his glasses up the brim of his nose. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“I’m not trying to get you to be a pervert. It might be her brother calling her. And I’m sure she’d rather one of us get her phone and text him that she’s okay, instead of letting him worry.” When he casts an anxious glance at Zhara, I sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it. But you seriously need to try to get over this being-scared-of-girls-thing.”
I move to the side of the bed and my eyes drop to Zhara. She’s lying in my bed with her hands resting beside her head, and her lips are slightly parted as she breathes in and out. She looks peaceful, her brown curls a halo around her head, but her skin is pale. Even though Ridge did a blood test and assured me the drugs she was given were harmless, and had no long-term side effects, I’m starting to get fucking worried.
“I’m not scared of girls,” Ridge protests as he taps a few keyboard keys. “It’s just that they make me a little nervous.”
“Well, you’re missing out, because they can be a lot of fun.” I sink down onto the bed and brush strands of Zhara’s hair away from her forehead. “She feels cold.”
Ridge peers up from the computer screen. “You can cover her up with a blanket.”
“Maybe you should check her temperature again.”
“Yeah, I probably should.” He sets the computer down on the nightstand, gets to his feet, and heads toward the doorway. “I’ll go grab the thermometer.
I return my attention to Zhara. I’m not a doctor, but her breathing seems normal, soft and even, and when I press my fingertips to her wrist, her pulse beats steadily. Despite her skin being a little cold and pale, she appears to be fine, except she’s been out for a while. Ridge never gave a specific time for when she’d wake up, though.
As I wait for Ridge to return, I decide to get her phone, which has been buzzing an insane amount of times since I sat down. Moving my hand toward her pocket, I slip my fingers inside and instantly feel guilty, like I’m being a total perv right now, which I’m not.
Fucking Ridge messed with my head. But he’s always done that since the day I met him during our sophomore year. I met the rest of my friends at the same time too, during our first day in the program. Our voice of reason, my friends and I always say about Ridge. And while sometimes that can be a good thing, right now it’s definitely not.
Trying not to feel around as much as possible, I manage to wiggle her phone out of her pocket. Thankfully, she doesn’t have a passcode so I can easily open up her messages. I feel slightly bad about what I’m doing until I see who some of the messages are from.
Loki: Hey, where are you? It’s getting late?
Loki: Zhara, please just tell me where you are and when you’ll be home, so I know whether or not to lock up the house.
Loki: Okay, now I’m starting to get worried. Please call me ASAP.
The last message is from about ten minutes ago, so I hurry and type a response that hopefully will sound like Zhara. Sure, I may not know her that well, but I think the key is to be overly nice. Well, unless you’ve pissed her off. Trust me, I know.
Zhara: Oh my Gosh! I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply. My phone battery died and I didn’t realize it until about five minutes ago. I promise I’m fine. I’m out with Taylor and we’re just about to head to see a late movie. I think I might stay over at her house. Is that okay?
I add the last part mostly because I don’t have a damn clue when she’s going to wake up. I just hope she doesn’t get pissed off at me when she wakes up and realizes she has to spend the night at my place. Then again, after everything that happened with Axel, I doubt that’s what she’s going to be upset about. Besides, Zhara getting upset is more amusing than anything, and kind of gets me riled up in a way it probably shouldn’t.
I shake my head at myself. God, I’m so fucked up sometimes. But I guess I’m just living up to my reputation.
“How’s she doing?” Jackson pops his head into the room. Normally he’s pretty chill. But ever since Zhara was tranquilized, he’s been all wound up—all of us have. But Jackson is blaming himself for what happened, something he does whenever he witnesses someone get hurt.
“She’s about the same as the last time you asked,” I tell him as Zhara’s phone lights up with an incoming message from Taylor.
I don’t bother mentioning she feels a little cold. The last thing I need to do is add more stress to an already too restless Jackson.
“Oh, okay.” He crosses his arms and starts pacing in front of the door. “When do you think she’ll wake up? Are you going
to tell her about her parents when she does? Do you think we should get a new alarm system installed in her house?”
“What I think is that you need to lay off the coffee for a while.” Getting out my phone, I send Xavier a text to take Jackson outside to do surveillance. Not just because we have a Rogue running around in the area, but because Jackson needs a distraction. “Why don’t you go help Xavier do a quick check around the area?”
He ceases pacing, rakes his fingers through his hair, and lets out a stressed breath. “I guess I can do that.” He starts out the door, but pauses. “You’ll tell me when she wakes up?”
I nod and he trudges toward the door, throwing about five glances over his shoulder before finally exiting.
I turn back to Zhara, letting out a weighted breath. “All right, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up. Not just because I’m starting to get worried, but because my team is literally losing their damn minds worrying about you.”
The only response I get is her soft breathing and the pings of a few incoming messages. One message is on my phone and three are on her’s. I open mine first.
Xavier: On it.
Next, I glance at Zhara’s messages. Two are from Taylor—which makes a total of nine now—and one is from Loki. I open Loki’s first.
Loki: All right, then I’ll just lock up the house. If you need a ride in the morning, just let me know. I can have Alexis pick you up or maybe I can do it before work.
I send a short reply and then move to set her phone down, but Taylor texts again. I had no plans of opening up her texts, but when an incoming message flashes across the screen, it catches my attention.
Taylor: Need help ASAP!!! ZHARA PLEASE! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!!!
I’ve never been a huge Taylor fan, but she is Zhara’s friend…
Fuck. I really don’t want to deal with a ditzy, self-centered, cheerleader right now.
But my guilt gets the best of me, and I finally cave and open the damn message. I only skim back to the first unread message from Taylor from today.
Taylor: We’re so wasted. Come pick us up!
I roll my eyes. Fucking Taylor. She doesn’t even ask, just demands.
I move onto the next few messages, which are pretty much the same. But when I reach the sixth one, I pause.
Taylor: So, did you send a cab for us? Because some guy in a cab is saying that you sent him here to pick us up.
I scroll to the next one.
Taylor: Hello? Are you even reading these?
