Page 106 of Seeking Two Lovers

Grey muttered a curse, his frown deepening.

“Now, they’re both gone, and I’m stuck with that asshole and the two bitches he sewed to my side to keep me in line.”

“What do you mean they’re gone?”

“Dad and Abraham got into an argument. Mom sided with Dad, surprisingly. They were banished. There for breakfast the next morning and disappeared without a word to me by lunch.”

“Where the hell are they?”

“I don’t know, Blaine.” Sarah’s voice broke. “But they took off without me. They left me here with him.”

The whereabouts of Mom and Dad would have to wait. “Where are you? How are you calling me without your two shadows?”

“I stole one of their cell phones and took it with me into the bathroom.”

“Shit.” I scrubbed a hand down over my face, my heart rate jacking back up. “They’ll toss you in the box for sure if you get caught.”

“Abraham is mad in lust with me.” Sarah huffed a snort. “He says I’m carrying the promised child that will rise to conquer sin in this world.”

“The fuck?” Grey muttered from my doorway.

I met his gaze, his pale eyes piercing straight through to my heart with yearning. Fuck, I needed his arms around me. My own wrapped around my core, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “You said you’re in love with someone else?” I asked Sarah, knowing we couldn’t draw out the call too long and risk her safety.

“Franklin.”

Franklin…Franklin…

“That boy that followed on your heels wherever you went?” I asked, finally remembering the towheaded kid a year younger than my sister.

“I love him, and we’re going to find a way to leave this place—regardless of this child Abraham planted inside me without my consent.” Her tone suggested she’d straightened her spine and lifted her chin.

Her rebellion would be the death of her if Grey and I didn’t make shit happen.

“How far along are you?”

“Just shy of five months, but I look like I’m ready to pop already. I’m so tired. I-I need you,” she broke down again, slamming the guilt back into the forefront of my mind and doubling me over. “Please, Blaine, you have to help free us—I have to get Franklin out of here too. We want to run away together, but I’m never alone anymore!”

I sucked in a shaking inhale, forcing myself to keep my tone level. “My friend Grey has already set something in motion, but I need you to hang in there. Be patient. Be strong—and stay away from Franklin until we can make a move, okay?”

“He’s the only thing that makes life worth living. I can’t imagine…please hurry. I’m so scared.”

I offered dozens of assurances I doubted I could fulfill, solidifying one thing in my heart.

Abraham Quell would stand before a jury, and I would face him down and spill every last bit of shit he’d heaped on me as a child in order to land his ass in jail where it belonged.

I forced a promise from Sarah to be careful, to not reach out to me again unless there was an emergency.

Tears rolled down my cheeks through our dozens of I miss yous and love yous. The second I forced myself to hit the end button, I sank into the bed, sobbing, my heart shattered.

Strong arms wrapped around me where I lay curled up in a fetal position, and I turned to press my face into Grey’s neck. His clean scent surrounded me, filled my lungs, and I clung to him in desperation.

“Grey.” I choked out his name, my eyelids clenched shut, unable to ask him for what my entire body craved.

Him.

My anchor.

He was the only one in that moment who could set me free and stitch my heart back together.

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