Chapter Twenty Eight

Worry was eating me up. Things were getting messy. I never expected it would be so bad. But Alyn was very bad, no doubt.

My pulses were pounding in my ears. I could not sit calmly. I could feel their nervousness and worry too.

Brayden turned to face me, "You need to calm down or he's going to sense it," He said.

I stopped pacing and sat down on the couch. But calmness wasn't around me. I was feeling everything but not calm. Tension bunched in my shoulders.

"You should watch TV, I guess," Brew suggested.

I shook my head immediately. Who could be helping her? Taking her to her room was the biggest mistake. I exhaled, shaking my head.

"We just can't sit here and wait for him," I told them.

They shook their heads immediately, "We're not going anywhere," Ivan told me.

"We can go," I pointed my finger at them and then at me.

"Over my dead body," Brew crossed his arms, looking down at me with a deep frown

"You're cr