Page 167 of The Illicit Play
First, I need to figure out how precarious my situation really is.
Cautiously feeling around me, I run my hands over the dirt and debris until I reach a ledge.
I gasp, pinging away from what I have to assume is a sudden drop.
Okay, so no leaning to the right, then.
Using my non-aching leg to check my left side, I quickly discover an edge there too.
Holy shit.
I must have landed on a small shelf sticking out from a rock face or something. Scrambling back, my butt hits a wall of rock, and I push into it, needing to reassure myself with the solid surface.
Fear is trying to choke me. My chest starts heaving as the reality of all this really kicks in.
I’m gonna die.
I’m gonna fall off this rock face and plummet to the ground.
Pushing my back into the cold wall behind, I try to control the shaky breaths spurting out of me, but I have no chance in hell.
A panic attack is rounding over me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
This is it.
I thought I’d done the most idiotic things I possibly could, but I was wrong.
No one knows where I am.
I’ve busted my ankle.
And I’m in the most precarious position I’ve ever been in.
There’s no saving me from this.
So the panic may as well just go ahead and eat me whole.
CHAPTER 59
GRADY
I haul ass back to Football Frat, breaking the speed limit and even running a red light. It’s late, the streets are basically empty, and if Nolan does in fact have a traffic camera in that particular intersection, then I’ll pay the fucking fine.
All I care about is getting back and confirming with my own eyes something I know in my gut is true.
Parking haphazardly by the curb, I jump out and run across the front lawn. I don’t know why I didn’t park in the driveway; my brain obviously thought the curb would be quicker.
Bolting up the stairs two at a time, I shoulder the front door open and don’t bother greeting anybody.
“Grady!” Zander calls to me from the living room, and I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t stop moving until I’m standing in the doorway of the room Blake has been occupying.
It’s empty.
All her stuff is gone.
I gaze down at her unmade bed, the only evidence that she was even in here this morning.
Shit.
