I bite back laughter. “I know where you live, Hurricane.”
I want to sayI know everything there is to know about you, but I don’t. She already hates me enough as it is. If she knew I’ve had eyes on her since I left, she might pummel me to death mid-drive. And I don’t need to deal with that mess tonight.
When I disappeared from her life almost five years ago, I did so without an explanation. I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure she wouldn’t be sitting next to me if she knew where I spent the majority of that time and why I left in the first place.
So I leave her be, and we remain silent for the rest of the drive.
Once we’re at her apartment building in the city, she hands me her key card to gain access to the garage. She uses it again in the elevator, where she pushes the button to the top floor.
Hidden cameras are recording us from the corners. I could recite every detail and aspect of this building’s security in my sleep. The same goes for the layout of Olivia’s two-story condo.
And she wanted to give you directions to her place.
I snort and cover it with a cough.
If she only knew.
At her apartment, Olivia uses the card once more.
I expect this to be the moment she slams the door in my face.
But instead of doing that, she stands there, frozen.
I’m about to ask what’s going on, when she whispers, “Something’s wrong.”
Chapter 2
Olivia
You vanished from my world without a trace.
“What? Olivia, wait. Stop.”
Holden’s fingers graze my elbow, but I’m already on the move and quickly slip away from him.
She’s going to be okay. She has to be.
“Where are you, sweet girl? I’m home.”
I rush through the dark living room toward the stairs that lead to the second level. Thank goodness for the night-lights, or I’d probably trip a million times.
Nothing but silence. Eerie.
Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?
The hairs at my nape stand up, and spots form in my vision. But I push the dizziness away. I can’t panic right now.
There’s still total radio silence except for my loud breaths and Holden’s mumbled curses behind me.
I’m running now, trying to push down the fear.
Nothing happened to her.
The second level is just as dark and ominous, except for the faint light spilling out of my bedroom.
My footsteps are silent on the carpet as I reach the open doorway and stop dead in my tracks.
What the fuck?