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A dark shadow appeared in the doorway of my bedroom.

Terrance.

I hit send on my unfinished text.

CHAPTER 33

RYAN

Zoey:I’m so hap

I sat looking at her half-finished text. Waiting for the dots to appear at the bottom to show that she was typing.

She wasn’t.

I knew something was wrong. I shoved on my shoes and grabbed my keys while I hit dial. It rang twice and then she answered but didn’t speak.

“Zoey?”

I paused and listened hard. I heard rustling noises.

And then a voice that sent chills through every cell in my body. “You hang up that phone, girl, if you know what’s good for you.”

Zoey’s voice was shaking. “Terrance, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Then the line disconnected.

I hit 911 as I sprinted down the hallway towards the elevators.

“What is your emergency, sir?”

“I was on the phone with my friend and there was an intruder in her apartment before the line got disconnected. She needs the police.”

“Do you know the address?”

I gave the address as I rode down the elevator. “Her name is Zoey Petrik and the man in her place is Terrance.”

“Do you know his last name?”

“No, but he was stalking her last year. He’s dangerous.”

“The cops are on the way to her address. Do you want to remain on the line with me?”

“No.” I backed my SUV out of my stall and then punched the gas, my tires squealing in the parkade. “I’m heading there now.”

“When you arrive, we advise that you wait until the police get there before entering her place.”

Fuck that.

I hung up and broke every traffic law driving to her place.

I should have never made her be on her own.

This was my fault.

I was such a fucking asshole

If he hurts her, I will kill him.

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