Page 53 of Pucking Unhinged
Sebastian’s smile vanishes. His jaw locks, and under his breath he mutters, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Just now? Like how long ago?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, he’s already yanking his phone from his bag, thumb swiping quick, frantic. The screen’s glow paints his face as he checks each feed, one after another. All black, not connected anymore.
“I wasn’t just stalking her for fun,” he bites out, the words sharp, defensive. His chest rises fast, shoulders tight. “I’m protecting her. She’s here because she has a target on her back. And now I have no way to monitor her.” He glances down, cursing again, voice lower, darker. “The tracker on her phone is off too.”
I look at Tristan, but he doesn’t say anything, his expression unreadable. Sebastian just stands there, jaw set, phone clenched in his hand like he’s already planning what comes next.
“Who is after her?” Tristan asks, and I can feel the tension in his body. “I know her parents were murdered, obviously, but why exactly is she here?”
Sebastian is flipping through his phone searching for something, when he grits out, “I guess the better question is probably who isn’t after her? I don’t have the time right now to explain.”
“What do you need? We can stay as long as you need us to. I can make some calls,” Tristan says, and I nod, confirming that I’m down to help in any way I can too, but Sebastian is fixated on his phone, “What are you planning?”
Sebastian looks up, his eyes locking on Tristan’s when he says, “Whatever it fucking takes.”
And I know, whatever he has up his sleeve, this is only the beginning.
