Page 33 of Beautifully Shattered
“Yeah. They found you because of…” he trails off, and rage flares in my chest, my fists clenched tight as I fight the urge to punch the truth out of him.
“Who?” I snap. “Who was it?”
He sits up, althoughhe takes his sweet arse time, shifting back to lean against the headboard.
“Cam?!” I practically yell, my voice breaking with frustration.
He blows out a breath and sighs, his eyes deadly serious as he parts his lips.
“It was Wendy.”
I stop breathing.
I don’t move.
I just stare at him.
Because did he just say…
“Wendy?” I echo, my voice a little screechy.
“Yes, Angel. Wendy called the police tip line and got put through to Allen.”
For a long, drawn-out moment, all I can do is stare at him, completely stunned.
I knew she didn’t like me. The feeling was mutual, but oh man, I didn’t think she’d ever stoop tothat.
But shit. She did. She actually did. That’s what he’s saying, right?
Wendy told Officer Allen where I was.
She gave me up to get me out of the way.
“Are you… fucking serious?!” I snarl, rage bubbling in my gut, fighting to be set free.
“Yes, Angel. I’m so fucking sorry.” He reaches for me, but I shrug back, too consumed by my fury.
“Where is she?”
His hand drops heavy to the bed, his body sagging with exhaustion, like talking about her drains the life out of him.
“She’s chained up like a dog at the compound.”
Is he… serious?
“She is?”
“Yes,” he nods.
“Like a dog? Like, actually chained up on all fours?”
“Yes.”
Jesus… that’s… wait.
Why is she still alive?
“I thought you would have killed her,” I admit, my eyes dropping to his fists, twisted in the sheets like he’s struggling to hold himself together.
