Rose sighed. “I do worry about you, Hannah. Always have. You know that.”
I felt a little sick to my stomach.
“Stop it, Rose. Just stop it,” I snapped, needing to end this conversation quickly.
“Han—”
“I have to go. I have a date tonight.” I had to put that out there. Remind her of who I was. Of who I’d never be to her.
There was silence.
“Rose? Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I heard you. Though I must say I’m surprised. I didn’t think that heart of yours was capable of feeling anything,” she replied nastily.
“I’ve got to go.” I didn’t want to talk to her anymore.
“Hannah, watch your back.”
“Is that a threat?” What was Rose’s angle?
“If that’s what you think, then so be it. But we both know you can’t trust anyone.”
“Yeah, I guess we both learned that the hard way.” I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Yes, we did.” I squeezed my phone in my hand so hard I thought it would break.
“I’ll do some digging on my end. See what I can come up with,” Rose offered.
“Why? This isn’t your problem.”
“You’ll always be my problem,” Rose spat out, and then the line went dead.
I dropped the phone onto the table, deeply unsettled.
My instinct was not to believe anything Rose told me. Our history led to wary mistrust. She had said I was in danger of being found out. But how did she know this?
I had to get to Mason’s. I had to get dressed. I had to pretend I wasn’t losing my shit. But I had to do something else first.
I sat down at my computer and opened up a VPN tunnel, then started searching. I scoured the deep Web for Hannah Whelan.
And found nothing.
Not a single damn thing.
But that didn’t mean there wasn’t something out there. I should get Toxicwrath on it. See if he could find anything.
Just not right now.
Tonight I had other things to do. Other plans to put in place.
Always the goddamned plan…
I felt like a ticking clock. Time was running out.
What if Rose was making it up, just so she could weasel her way back into my life?
And what if she wasn’t?
