Oh my god! Jade has talked about me? This is amazing! I feel a grin stretching across my face.
“Yep! That’s me! I’m Flyn!”
The front door opens, and three more people walk out. They glide down the driveway and stand next to Creepy Person, effectively blocking off the drive.
My gaze flicks over them apprehensively. One of them has red hair, another bright blond. The third is more brunette, and his dark eyes are glaring at me something wicked.
“Hi,” I say weakly.
All four of these people are spectacularly gorgeous. If I didn’t know Jade, I’d easily say they were the most beautiful people I have ever seen.
“Gray, who is this?” asks the blond.
“Flyn. Mundane,” answers Creepy Person, who is apparently called Gray.
Wait a minute? Did they just call me mundane? I know I’m not the most exciting person in the world, but that’s a bit harsh.
“Jade’s Flyn?” exclaims the blond.
My heart does a little flutter. Being called Jade’s is something I could really get used to.
Gray nods.
The blond beams and reaches his hand out towards me.
“Wait!” snaps the brunette. “We don’t know how he found the house.”
Blond Guy pouts, but his hand falls back down. He gives me an expectant look, which is far more friendly than the looks his friends are giving me.
“It’s, um… complicated. I just really wanted to check if Jade is okay?”
The expressions on all four faces harden. Crap. I’ve clearly said the wrong thing. And upon reflection, I can see my mistake. I’ve more or less confessed that Jade isn’t talking to me. Which means I have very little right to be here.
And… oh shitting hell. I can’t believe I’ve been such an idiot! These four people are clearly people who were sex slaves with Jade. He frigging told me who he lives with. So this is basically like a domestic violence shelter. Nobody is supposed to know where it is. For everyone’s safety and security.
No wonder they are less than impressed with me turning up out of the blue.
“I’m sorry!” I blurt. “I’m just worried about Jade. If he is okay, I’ll leave.”
Brunette scowls at me. “Jade would have asked us before giving you this address. So, I repeat. How did you find it?”
My shoulders slump. “I know a guy who can track phone locations.”
Oh lord. Saying it out loud is awful. It makes me sound so dodgy. Fuck, I think I am actually a stalker. I was merely in denial before.
I watch as surprise, alarm and fear flow across the faces of the guys standing in front of me and my heart sinks. What have I done? I’ve made them feel unsafe in their own home. After everything they have been through.
I’m great at messing things up. But this is spectacular, even for me.
The redhead stands up taller. He has clearly decided something. “Lello, go get the others, but not Jade. Tell them to gather in the dining room.” The blond scampers off.
Redhead turns to me. “You better come inside.”
My guts twist. Yeah, I don’t think that’s an invitation. It’s very clearly a, ‘you’re coming with us whether you like it or not.’
I’m in so much shit.
Chapter seventeen
