Page 164 of Pucking Obsessed

What if D’Angelo is somewhere inside trapped in hell? Just like Robyn and my brother were in the woods?

My eyes blaze.

Stay on this line until you arrive. Don’t go, okay? Don’t leave, Dee…

I let out a shuddering breath.

Staying calm during that phone call took all my self-control.

Hearing Shay’s dazed and panicked voice simply pleading,Dee…?

I instantly knew that nothing was okay.

For the first few, terrifying minutes, as Michael and Cody crowded around the phone with me, Shay couldn’t remember where he was or what had happened. He only knew that Robyn was unconscious in his arms and D’Angelo wasn’t there.

I’m a shit brother. I should have been with him.

Is friendship the way that Cody didn’t point that out? Or guilt because he feels like a shit brother as well for not being there with Robyn?

When I finally found Robyn and my brother, pulling them both into my arms, despite Michael’s protests, I was shocked at how cold and weak they were.

They could barely move.

Heine did that to them.

It ignited a darkness inside me. I’ve always known that it was there. I think that Robyn does, but she hasn’t rejected me.

I’m her phoenix.

And tonight, I’m not the only one who is going to burn.

Shay and Robyn are back in the car, which Cody parked at the gates.

Robyn protested, but I had the power of Michael’s stern doctor face to back me up that she needed to stay in the car because the drug is still working in her system.

Even if Shay and her could walk, I wouldn’t want to risk them near a man who spiked them, then left them collapsed in a wood.

Anything could have happened to them.

I also don’t want to steal Shay’s first moments in D’Angelo’s home by mixing it up with this shit.

Neither of us have moved in with someone officially before.

It’s a big deal that D’Angelo asked my brother to move in with him. Shay hasn’t shut up about it. I’ve zoned out some of his excited rambling, but neither of us have had a relationship or stability before.

D’Angelo and Robyn make Shay feel loved.

I won’t allow Heine to ruin that for my brother.

“It doesn’t look like anyone is home.” Cody frowns. “What if we’ve come to the wrong place?”

I hold up my phone to show Cody the the tracker app. It clearly shows that D’Angelo’s phone is inside Freedom Mansion.

“The fact that the lights are off is more ominous then,” Michael says.

I nod.

When the moonlight gleams on the kitten collar around Cody’s neck, I grimace.

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