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“Please.”
Nothing.
Not a word. Not even to tell me to fuck off.
Was he still not back from the cabins?
Was he okay?
Was he hurt or injured? Was he sick?
Worry and panic replaced the dread in my belly, and with shaking fingers, I quickly pressed in my access code. The light turned green, and I pushed the handle and swung the door in.
“Luke?” I yelled out. “Luke, are you here? You okay?”
Silence.
So much fucking silence.
It was a big house. No, that was a lie. It was a massive house. Too many bedrooms, separate wings, a half-basketball court, pool house, cinema...
The kitchen and main living area were empty and cold. The curtains were drawn, and it looked like no one had been here for a while. “Luke?” I yelled, heading outside. The pool house, the basketball court, his music studio.
Nothing.
I ran to the internal garage access and burst through the door. His car was still there.
But he was not.
I walked then, back through the house, up the stairs toward his room. The house felt wrong, and each step closer to his room, fear expanded in my chest.
I had no clue what I was about to find.
His door was slightly ajar, and with my heart in my throat, I slowly pushed it open. “Luke,” I breathed. “Luke?”
I half expected to see his body on the floor.
Because my mind fucking hated me, apparently.
But there was nothing.
His bed was made, his bathroom tidy, and not a thing out of place in his walk-in closet...
Not that I could see, anyway.
The cleaning staff had obviously been in, because Lukenever made his bed and he always left his clothes on the floor by the hamper, never in it.
I had no clue when he’d been here last. Had he even been here since the day I drove him up to the cabins?
I pulled out my phone and went straight to messages. Mine to him were still unread, so I added another.
FFS Luke fucking call me
You’re starting to scare me and idk how to fix this
And of course, my stupid eyes burned with stupid fucking tears, and the fear that clung to my ribs turned into anger.
I knew there was a good chance Maddox knew where Luke was, but man... I was too fucking mad to speak to him right now. So instead, I called Jeremy.
