Chapter Four
Rowan
I’m awoken to the sound of my phone blaring as my ringtone cuts through the fog of my brain. My eyes shoot open, and the dull ache in my temples makes me groan. The harsh mid-day light is cutting through the window, and I forgot to close the curtains.
I clear my throat, my mouth unbelievably dry as I sit up and close my eyes. I grab my phone and answer.
“What?”
“Addison is on the move tomorrow from New York,” Atlas says. “Can you intercept her, Rowan?”
Fuck.
I didn't consider her coming back to the fucking mess that’s started. My nerves wrack as I think of Addison being captured by the South syndicate. I can't even stomach the outcome as my answer rolls easily past my lips. “Yes, but you owe me.”
“Thank you!” I hear a familiar voice shout into the speaker.
“Loxley?” I ask. “How are you feeling? Need me to come knock some sense into my brother?”
There’s muffled laughter from the other end, and I can practically feel Atlas’ eye roll.
“No,” She answers. “I’m fine. Shaken up and angry, but otherwise I’m okay. Thank you again for helping.”
“It’s no trouble,” I respond. “I’ll let you know once we get back to Ohio.”
Loxley tells me she's going to text Addison to ask her to stay put until I get there. She sends me her friend’s address, and I bite my tongue to refrain from saying I already have it. Once the line goes dead and I'm left to my thoughts, there’s only one thing that comes to mind.
I’m fucking screwed.