Chapter 80
CHAPTER EIGHTY
It’s been thirty-eight minutes since Raven left. I pace back and forth. Something isn’t right. She ran out of here like someone was chasing her.
Like she was running.
I rip at my hair. What could have made her run?
I know. It was the intimacy. We slept in the same bed as her. Gage explained later that she said she never shares a room. We pushed her too hard. Now she’s running scared.
How do I know? ‘Cause I’m scared as balls, too. It’s what I would have done.
Fuck. She’s running with so much money it’ll be damn near impossible to track her back down.
I realize that I’m terrified in a way I can’t laugh off. Every second that she’s away, my chest feels tighter. Like it’s solidifying into a solid block of rock. Like I’ll never feel again. Like I’ll become the old me before I knew her.
“Why the fuck did I not put a tracker on her?” I kick the couch, sending pain up my toe.
“She’s coming back.” Gage’s voice is weak.
No. No, no, no. If Raven runs, she’ll always be afraid. She’ll never let herself feel. She’ll become me.
And I refuse to let her do that to herself.
I’m going to find her. And when I do, I’m going to plant a tracker on her car so she can never get away from us. I storm to the front door when it bursts open.