Page 9 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

It’s why I’ve kept her at arm’s length all this time.

A sweet girl like Abigail doesn’t belong in my dark and twisted life.

Swiping the All Hallows’ hoodie from the end of her bed, I shamelessly lift it to my nose as I fall back into her chair.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Red,” I whisper into the silence as regret after regret slams into me.

Resting my elbows on my knees, I drop my head into the soft fabric and breathe her scent in.

Where is she likely to go?

Before her dad died, I’d have said she would go straight to the girls. But since she lost him, she’s been pulling farther and farther away from them.

She’s pulled away from everyone… apart from you.

I grit my teeth as I try and come up with options.

Where would she go to hide?

With a sigh, I push from the chair, throw her hoodie back on the bed, and storm out of her dorm room.I’m probably—no definitely—the last person she wants to see right now, but that isn’t going to stop me from finding her.

I need to know that she’s okay.

If she does something stupid and it’s all my fault, I’ll never forgive myself.

My hands tremble with fear as I start my car and take off again, leaving the Bronte Building and the Chapel behind me.

I drive around town, checking out all the places I’ve ever heard her talk about. I figure my best bet is Dessert Island, but when I get there I find that the closed sign is swinging on the door and all the lights are out.

There’s only one other place I can think to check. A place she hasn’t been since she moved into dorms.

She confessed to me while she was safely locked up in my bedroom that as soon as her father died, it no longer felt like home.

Tightening my grip on the wheel, I head across town and towards Judge Bancroft’s house.Dread drips through my veins as I close in on the property.

It’s one of the oldest houses in Saints Cross and it sits on a vast amount of land.I wouldn’t even want to guess how much it’s worth. The fortune Abigail is sitting on.

It’s enough to set her up for her entire life.

She’ll never want for anything—anyone.

The thought guts me as I drive up the road that leads to the house. It’s dark and deserted, and as I pull up to the impressive driveway, I find that the home is the same.

I pull up next to the double garage and kill the engine, plunging me and my surroundings into darkness.

I sit there staring at the house, waiting to see any sign of life.

But there is nothing.

Sinking lower in my seat, I tip my head back and close my eyes.I deserve this punishment. I deserve not to know if she’s dead or alive.

I should call the girls. Get them to try and contact her but that would mean telling them what I’ve done.

All this time, I’ve kept everything I’ve felt for Abigail under wraps—kind of. They might have suspected I had feelings for her, but they never knew the truth.

And they certainly don’t know about everything that’s happened between us in the past few weeks.

The shared pain.

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