Page 654 of Hell Hath No Fury
She’s mine and she’s fucking missing and I’m losing my mind right now.
The sudden ringing of my phone jars me and the fuckboy in front of me. He looks relieved that I’m frantically patting my jeans pockets to search for it.
Because it could be her.
It could be my Salem.
But it’s not. It’s her friend, Callie. Even so, I almost crush the phone as I go to hit accept because she might have some news.
Glaring one last time at the ice cream boy, I turn around and say, “Hello, Callie.”
“Hey,” she says. “I was –”
“You know where she is?” I ask because I don’t have the time to hear what she has to say.
“Salem? She isn’t back?”
My stomach churns. “Back from where? You know where she went?”
“Uh, I was trying to call her but her phone kept going to voicemail.”
I smack my palm on the glass door and push it open as I growl into the phone, “Where the fuck did she go?”
“I’m not –”
“Where the fuck did she go, Callie?”
She sighs. “Okay, so I’m only telling you this because I haven’t been able to reach her and I’m worried and –”
“Just fucking talk.”
“Right. Uh, she went to see her sister.”
Sounds dull down around me. “What?”
“Ugh, I told her it was a bad idea. I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen. She said that this was like the first time ever Sarah has personally reached out to her and she just… she just wanted to see her sister.”
“Where…” I swallow down the rage that’s bubbling up inside of me at the mention of Sarah. “Where did she go? To see her?”
Callie rattles off the name of a Mexican restaurant in the neighborhood before saying, “I’m so sorry, Arrow. I promise I tried to stop her. And… Will you please let me know when you find her? She should’ve been back by now.”
I know I should say something to reassure her. Callie has been a good friend to Salem all these years. Almost like a sister, because her own fucking sister is a nightmare.
But all I say, all I’m capable of saying is, “I have to go.”
I hang up to the sound of her pleading with me but I’ve got zero patience as I dial the number that I never ever thought I would, not after I broke up with her three years ago.
She answers my call at the first ring. “A?”
“Where is she?” There’s a couple of seconds of silence and even that is too much for me. So I bark, “Where is Salem?”
“I-I don’t know. Isn’t… Isn’t she back? With you?”
“What did you say to her?”
“What?”
“What did you say to Salem? When you met with her today,” I growl, my whole body vibrating. “You met with her today, didn’t you?”
