Chapter 63 Asha
ASHA
Iswiped at my wet cheeks and drew in a deep breath.
Pull yourself together, Asha.
Now wasn’t the time for tears. It was time for action. It wasn’t too late to change Rook’s mind and salvage what we had.
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The call didn’t even ring.
The number you have dialed is not connected.
I tried again, but the same flat recording played back at me.
Damn him. Damn him to hell.
I wasn’t giving up that easily. I scrolled to Orla’s contact and hit Call.
She answered on the second ring. “Asha.” Her Irish lilt was thick with fatigue.
She already knows.
“I need to see him,” I snapped, pacing my living room like a caged animal. “Tell him to stop acting like a coward.”
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
There was a long pause before she answered. “Because he’s gone.”
My stomach pitched, and I froze. “Where?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice softened. “He told us he needed time away. Said he was heading back to Ireland, but he refused to give us a town, not even a county. Just…gone.”
“What about Aidan? Torin? He must’ve told them where—”
“He didn’t.” Orla’s voice quavered, which scared me more than anything, because it meant she was telling the truth and was also hurt by Rook’s abandonment. “If he wanted us to know where he was, he’d have told us. Don’t tear yourself apart looking. He won’t be found unless he wants to be.”
Orla was wrong.
Tracking people was what I did. I’d find Rook, too.