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Callisto
There are a lot of graves with my name etched in the blood of the souls who occupy them, but I won’t let myself believe Makenna will be in one of them. I never should have left her alone. The guilt of my decision will drive through me, draining me of happiness and hope and light until I’m nothing but an empty shell. Maybe that’s what I was meant to be all along. I can’t even look at my reflection in the car window without seeing a monster who led his angel to hell.
I’ll tear anyone apart who had anything to do with this—starting with Anthony, the guy watching over her while Franco takes care of a problem at the port.
I scroll to his name in my contacts.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Where the fuck were you?”
There’s muffled conversation in the background, then a cold silence before he replies. “She was at Suppato’s. I thought she was safe with Jaxon.”
At the mention of Jaxon, his name flashes across my screen.
“I’ll handle you when I get back,” I tell Anthony, then switch calls to Jaxon. “Tell me you found her.”
“I found her phone in the bathroom.” His voice is quiet. Calm. Focused. Like he’s disarming a bomb or tiptoeing across a mine field.
“Just her phone?” My heart cracks, tiny veins splintering the hard shell around it.
“Just the phone.”
The angry thrumming of my bloodstream pulses in my ears. “I’ll call you back.” I end the call, and my gaze shoots to the rearview mirror, finding the driver’s. “Turn around. I’m going to kill that motherfucker.”
We just took the exit to the airport. Panic flashes in the driver’s eyes. His hands grip the steering wheel.
Vince turns to me. “Cal—”
I cut him off, gritting my teeth until my jaw hurts. “Turn the goddamn car around.”
The driver’s gaze shifts from me to Vince. He eases into the far-right lane, slowing but not stopping.
Vince places a hand on my shoulder. “Cal—”
“Jesus.” I whip my head to him. “What?”
He drops his hand to his lap. “The lion is always quiet when he’s stalking his prey.” Nothing in his tone or his face shows he’s the least bit affected by this.
I am affected.
I am furious.
I don’t want to be quiet.
I wanther. And then I want to rip my prey apart, limb from limb.
“This is not the time for poetic bullshit. She’s out there. He has her.” I know he does. I saw the smug look on his face, heard the pride in his voice when he asked if I had any weaknesses. This whole time, he made me believe he knew nothing about my connection with Makenna.
He was quiet.
That’s what Vince meant.
My guilt outweighs my rage. “I did this.” I chased his bait and left Makenna vulnerable.
The car slows to a stop as the driver pulls to the shoulder outside of the airport entrance. Cars pass. The flash of their headlights fill the backseat, then disappear, leaving us in the shadows of the moon. Thetick, tick, tickof the hazard lights echoes in the quiet car.
