Page 66 of Filthy Savage

Then I’m back in my car, gripping the wheel tight, my hands trembling as the stress of it all takes over.

But I did it. I told her off. Now it’s up to her to call my bluff.

CHAPTER 17

FIONN

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“I’m sorry,but at this point, we’re not gonna find her.”

In a split second, I have Scotty’s throat in my grasp, squeezing the shit out of it. He’s the head of IT here at Caellach. He’s supposed to be able to find her.

“Back the fuck away.” Tynan grabs my arm and forces me back, my anger spiraling. “What the hell are you doing?” he shouts, clutching my shoulders while my breaths howl out of me. “You’ve gotta stop.”

He tries to reason with me, but all I see is her. Those eyes. They fucking haunt me.

“I need to find her. I’m not gonna stop until I do.”

“We’ve tried everything.” He sighs. “It’s impossible. You need to accept that she’s not looking to be found. You need to forget her.”

“Never gonna happen,” I grit, shoving him off me. “Stay out of my way if you’re not gonna help.” My attention reverts to Scotty. “Give me every Emily Daniels you have on file. I’ll personally go to every single one since you can’t fucking do your job.”

The whole IT room stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

“I just emailed it to you,” he says.

Turning back, I start to head out, but Tynan’s voice stops me.

“You’re spiraling, man.”

“If this was Elara, you would be too.”

Fuck them all.

SIX MONTHS LATER

She’s the last Emily Daniels on my list. If it’s not her, then it’s over. I’ve followed every single one of them and have been disappointed every time.

Why the hell can’t I find her?

She’s not a damn ghost.

Gripping the steering wheel, I squeeze until my knuckles go white. “Fuuuck!”

My inhales pound through my chest as I push the door open and get out, heading for the small, quaint coffee shop this Emily works at.

When I walk in, there are a few people behind the counter, all of them around Emily’s age. But none of them are her.

She’s not here.

She’s nowhere!

“God damn it!” I bang a fist on the wall behind me, and every single person here stares at me.

“Uh, may I help you, sir?” one of the girls asks.

“No,” I mutter, catching her nametag.

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