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She made breakfast with me, helped heal this pack, and snuggled in my arms at night, the whole time knowing that she was going to leave me.

Pain like nothing I’ve ever known rips through me, tearing my heart in two and devastating my soul.

Was she thinking of him while she was with me? Did she wish I was him?

I tear across the road, bolting towards the house. I can see the lights on, and I half-expect to see her still standing at the window, looking up at the mountains.

Waiting for her lover.

I had hope. So much hope.

Now I have nothing.

“Fiona!” I yell, almost kicking the door open. It slams against the wall with a pitiful shriek, almost coming off its hinges. I stand in the doorway, looking around and blinking in shock.

Chairs are turned over, and a coffee cup is broken on the floor. I rush into the bedroom, and when I find it empty, I check the other rooms.

Fiona isn’t here.

I walk slowly back into the kitchen, my blood pounding in my temples. I’m dizzy and winded, trying desperately to calm my breathing down so I can think.

The pieces swirl around inside my head, taunting me with a picture that is maddeningly incomplete. Fiona couldn’t have left without meeting Jen. She wouldn’t have known where to go without seeing Bailey’s note.

Tobias has Bailey’s note.

A new wave of anger rushes through me, as well as an even more intense fear.

Tobias has Fiona.

Chapter 20 - Fiona

I open my eyes, but I still can’t see. There is nothing but darkness.

I don’t know where I am.

Pain rolls through me in sickening waves. My head is aching so badly, it’s as if my skull is cracked open. I blink furiously, afraid that I’ve gone blind. When I try to move and feel the tight bonds on my wrists and ankles, I realize I’m tied up.

I lift my head, still trying to see. A dull light flickers over my face, and the faint humming and feeling of motion all come together at once. I suddenly understand where I am.

In the trunk of a car!

There is a sharp thump, and I’m tossed across the hard floor right onto my face. I try to swallow, and I can’t—there’s a filthy rag stuffed in my mouth.

I struggle a bit, managing to turn myself over so I’m not suffocating. The ropes are tight enough to cut into my skin, and all my joints feel like they are being pulled apart by the pressure.

What the fuck happened?

My head aches with a dull throb in the back of my skull and a fierce, searing pain stabbing into my temples. Waves of nausea threaten me, but I hold it in—if I barf with the rag in my face, I’ll drown in my own vomit.

What a way to go.

I can’t remember anything. Not since Rider got up from his nap and went to the hall.

I was going to follow him. I was just waiting to see if Jen would come back—

Then I remember. Tobias, storming in through the back door and grabbing me. The memory comes in tiny flashes, impossible to follow.

Pain throbs through my skull, and I give up on trying to remember. It doesn’t really matter how I got here. All that matters is getting out.

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