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"Any news?" I ask, already knowing the answer.He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing. It's like she vanished into thin air."I clench my jaw, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "Not for long. My team's on their way. We'll find her, Trent. And when we do, Preston's a dea
I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white as I barrel down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic. My heart pounds in my chest, a sickening sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach. Margo's in trouble, I can feel it in my bones.I called her cell at least a dozen times, b
I sigh, rubbing my temples as I recount the insanely horrific events of that night to my brother, Trent. "So, that's the real reason that I broke it off with Preston. And then he starts stalking me and harassing me with all these psychotic messages and images, acting like a complete lunatic! Meanwhi
“I have to go,” I say. “Now.”She nods, lips trembling. “Be careful, Colt. Please.”I pull her into a tight embrace, pressing her against me, committing the scent of her hair to memory—the warmth of her body, the tremor in her breath.“I will,” I whisper against her temple. “I promise.”But it feels
I rake a hand through my hair, pacing. Every breath feels like I’m inhaling fire. “He said something else—right before the call ended. Said you haven’t told me everything.”She stares at me, stunned, like I’ve struck her. “What?”“His exact words were, ‘If you knew the truth about her, you might not
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur.She nods.I cradle the back of her head as she leans back, letting the warm water kiss her skin, her hair fanning out like flame. I reach for the bottle of her favorite shampoo, the one that smells faintly of wildflowers and something sweet like vanilla.Pouring