Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

After stepping off the bus, I headed toward Ajax’s apartment and stopped. I found his bike lying in the middle of the sidewalk, like he’d gotten home and just dropped it.

“Well, he found his bike,” I mumbled to myself.

I stepped up to it and took a closer look. The bike actually seemed fine except for some scratches on the paint. I lifted it up with some effort, but I managed to walk it toward the building and leaned it against the bricks. Hopefully, no one would steal the damn thing.

After dusting off my hands, I headed inside the building and rushed up the stairs as the apprehension filled me. Ajax still hadn’t answered his phone. Sure, he could’ve forgotten to charge it, but I didn’t think so. He was so off last night, beyond his drinking.