Page 40 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“I’d never stop searching.”
“Exactly. It would tear you apart. You could have ended that for me.” He stood again. “I think you should call an Uber.”
“But Sebastian…”
“He’s my brother, and you will no longer have anything to do with my family.”
“Logan, no.” Tears hung in her lashes, and she blinked them away but more quickly replaced them.
“We never should have gotten mixed up with you, Wylder. You were right in the beginning. You’re trouble, and we’ve had enough trouble to last a lifetime. We Cooks have learned the hard way the only people we can trust are each other.”
“But—“
“Go.” The word was more forceful this time. “Please, Wylder, just leave us alone.” There was a coldness in his voice now. “We were better off before any of us met you.” His steps took him back toward the door of the ER, but Wylder couldn’t move.
The cold seeped into her jacket and still, she remained, impervious to the chill, trying to feel nothing at all.
And she failed.
When things ended with Sebastian over the summer, she’d known it was coming and it was sad, but she was okay with it.
Now… there was nothing okay.
A sob went through her, and it took her a moment to realize there was another presence looming over her. At first, she thought Logan had returned, but as she peered up, she realized it wasn’t him at all.
“I ordered you an Uber,” Luke said with a sigh. “It’ll be here in a few minutes. A red sedan.”
Wylder nodded and wiped her eyes.
Luke looked like he wanted to say something else, but he just shook his head and turned to walk back inside.
“Hey, Luke?”
He stopped walking but didn’t turn.
“I’m glad you’re here for them.” Despite what his quick arrival had cost her, she couldn’t regret that Logan had his brother back. They’d reconcile things between them, and even if they had nothing else, they’d be okay.
Luke threw a look back over his shoulder before leaving her to head back to his brothers.
When the Uber arrived, Wylder climbed into the back, her body not warming, despite the blasting heat. It wasn’t until she arrived back at the dorms she let out another sob.
Fumbling with her keycard, she wiped the tears from her face. Inside the building, she rushed past the guard into the boys’ wing, despite the late hour. He called after her, but she didn’t slow. She couldn’t stand the thought of going to her room alone. There were two people she needed.
Bursting into Killian’s common room, she forced herself not to look at Logan’s closed door as she banged a fist on Killian’s. He didn’t answer. Opening it, she found the room empty.
There was only one other place he’d be.
She ran to Diego’s room, sprinting around the guard. But he wasn’t there. Not even Will was around, though that was a last-ditch effort.
The guard was waiting for her in the boys’ hall when she stepped out again. “Miss Anderson, you can’t be here.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving.”
Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she walked through the quiet halls to her room.
She jammed her key in the door only to find it already unlocked. That wasn’t like Devyn. Pushing open the door, she froze. Her friends crowded into the common room, eating Killian’s Oreos and chatting. It was a sight for crying eyes. Killian and Diego sat curled together on the floor. Devyn lounged on the couch. Will perched on the arm furthest from Devyn.
“You’re here,” Wylder sobbed. Her bleary eyes fell on her roommate. “You’re never awake this late.”
