Page 40 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“I’m taking a shower and going to bed. Don’t bother me,” I shout out over my shoulder.
I slam the bedroom and go straight to the en-suite bathroom. Twisting the shower on, I pull up Presley’s name and shoot a text.
Me: I need you to pick me up. I’m dropping a pin.
Her answer is immediate.
Presley: be there in ten.
Chapter twenty-nine
Locke
Istep up to my truck just as my phone rings. I had just dropped Sasha off at her house. When she caught me in the corner after the conversation with my mother and started asking questions about Raven. I knew something was off. Sasha didn’t ask invasive questions. She was the shallow type and quite frankly could look up Raven’s file at school if she wanted basic info. So, when she started asking about her childhood, where she was from, and her background, my instincts kicked in. Declan was the first to confirm, checking her pupils to see she had been compelled. I had Hendrix meet me at her house to try to pry information on who compelled her to ask questions.Fucking vampires and their mind games.I didn’t want to believe a word Angeline said, but I felt it deep down. Something was coming.
“What?” I bark into my cell.
I’m pissed I had to separate from Raven, my wolf as well, but there was no way I was putting her in the line of danger.
“Don’t get angry,” Declan says quickly.
I can tell he’s out of breath.
I jump in and start my truck. “Declan," I growl.
“I lost her,” he admits.
Ice fills my veins. “What do you mean you lost her? I told you to take her home!” I roar.
“I did,” he shouts. “And your little angel pretended to be in the shower, escaped out the window, then set the yard on fire.”
“She what?” I seethe.
“Yeah, apparently you got a pyro on your hands,” he quips.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“Well good luck. She’s pissed.”
“About what?” I crank the ignition.
“I don’t know, Locke. Maybe because Sasha was the one sitting in your passenger seat instead of her. Maybe because she’s in the dark and wants an explanation.”
With a hushed curse I slam my fist on the dash. “I’ll handle it.”
“You will. And I expect new sod planted by next week.”
“Fuck off, Declan.”
Parking in the parking lot of her apartment building, I storm up to the door and pound my fist. A random guy lets me in, and in seconds I’m at her door. I pound my fist twice before Presley answers, her hands on her hips and her brows lifted.
“Can I help you, professor?”
“Where is she?” I place my hand on the door frame.
Presley narrows her eyes. “Why?”
“Ms. Aldridge, it’s probably best if you ran a few errands and came back later.”
