Page 33 of Crave
I held Theo’s stare. “No. I don’t think I will.”
Beep.
I grabbed my cell and looked down.
Lincoln:Don’t approach her. Wait until I get there.“Speak of the Devil. He wants me to hold off.”
“I say go for it.” He pushed up. “Corner her, force her to tell us the truth. This has got nothing to do with Lincoln, he can fuck off.”
The truth, that’s all we ever wanted. One slow nod and I turned. Theo was right behind me as we made for her room. I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to. This was my goddamn house, wasn’t it? Anyone who wanted to live here was under my goddamn rule. I owned her…and it was about time she realised that fact.
I pushed her door inward, glanced at the shopping still unpacked on the end of her bed, but she wasn’t here.
“The kitchen.” Theo turned around and strode away.
We hunted like a pack, making our way into the kitchen. Victor, the cook lifted his head from packing pans away. “Can I get you anything?”
I shook my head and scowled. “Angelica?”
“I saw her earlier, made her a sandwich and wrapped it up for her trip.”
“Trip?” My blood ran cold.
“Yeah.” Victor looked from Theo to me. “She was leaving for a while. She said you guys knew…”
But we didn’t know, did we? I spun around and raced for her bedroom once more and barked. “Check the garage!”
Shit!
SHIT!
Did Lincoln tip her off? Did that motherfucker stab me in the goddamn back? Rage rippled through me as I stride back along the hallway and into her room, throwing her door open with a bang!
Where the fuck was she? I scanned her bedroom once more and lunged into her walk in robe, finding a small gap in her clothes. She was gone. I strode forward, throwing her nun-like dresses aside.FUCK!
Then I spied the bag at the bottom of the cupboard. It looked like a hiking bag, stuffed to the brim. I bent down, flicked open the flap and opened it. The tuff of fur from her jacket sprang free. I pulled it aside and rummaged through the rest of her belongings.
It was a go bag, that was easy to see. That meant she hadn’t left…yet.
“What are you doing?”
I lifted my head to Gabe standing in the doorway.
“Where is she?” I rose.
He scowled. “Why, so you can make her feel like shit even more?”
I strode toward my little brother who wasn’t so little anymore. “I said, where is she?”
He scowled. “She’s gone to the cemetery.”
I stilled. “Why?’
“Why do you think?” He snapped.
To say goodbye, that’s why…
Theo strode in. “She’s not here and the driver is gone.”
