“I’m going out of my motherfuckingmind.”
“I get it.” Holden claps me on the shoulder, and I know he does.
Millie was missing once, trapped in a deep hole on his property, and we all rallied together to find her, riding our horses over a hundred thousand acres. Holden was as out of his mind as I am now.
“Who has Birdie and Bryce?” I ask Dani.
“Your parents. They’re on standby, and want to be updated, but we didn’t want the kids here when everyone’s afraid.”
I nod and let out a breath.
Come on, Wildfire. Where the fuck are you?
I’m going to spank her ass until it glows for scaring me like this.
The door opens again, and Connor strides in, followed by Miller and Simon, his security team.
It’s a full fucking house.
“Any word?” Connor asks me as he presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead.
“No.”
“If you give me Juliet’s cell number, I can track her location,” Simon says, pulling his laptop out of a bag I didn’t notice him carrying. “As long as it’s on, I can see where she is.”
Thank fuck.
He boots up the computer, and I stand behind him as I give him her number.
“It takes just a minute,” he murmurs.
I push my hands through my hair and look up at the ceiling, but then Miller, who’s looking over Simon’s shoulder, says, “Has anyone checked the house across the street?”
Not bothering to answer or even look at anyone else, I take off at a sprint, through the door and across the street.
She’d better be okay.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
JULIET
It’s so fucking cold in here.
I’m shivering, and my teeth are chattering. My legs both went numb long ago. I don’t have any idea how long I’ve been suspended up here, but it got dark a while ago, and let me just tell you right now, it’s scary as fuck in a secret attic after dark.
The noises are the worst. The skittering. The creaking. At one point, I thought I heard voices, but it turned out to just be me talking to myself.
I might be going crazy.
Or going into shock.
Maybe this is what hypothermia feels like because I’mso damn cold.
Every once in a while, my phone will ping with a text, or Brooks’s ringtone will start to play because he’s trying to call me, and it makes me cry because I know he has to be worried. If the roles were reversed, I’d be terrified and tearing the world apart to find him.
He’ll find me.
Eventually.
