“The guy who’s fucking with us. The one stalking Callie and killing people. It might be Antwan.”
“No,” Jesse growled, just as harshly as Lock had. “WeknowAntwan. He’s family.”
Eastern’s car phone rang, and he answered. “Paxley. You find something?”
“There were no flights from anywhere in Georgia to Misty Peak on July eighth.”
Black specks began to haze Lock’s vision.
He’d lied…
Eastern drove faster.
“Jesse, I need you to meet us at the housenow,” Lock said.
“Already in my car.”
Lock hung up and the second they arrived at the house, he jumped out and sprinted toward the door.
“Callie?” he called once he was inside. The silence was so loud it was deafening. “Antwan?”
Nothing. Not even a whisper of movement.
Lock’s heart raced, panic building inside him. He ran into his bedroom. A yoga mat sat on the floor, a water bottle beside it, but no Callie. Not in the bedroom or the bathroom or the walk-in closet.
He exited the hall to see his brother checking the living room and kitchen. Lock ran down the opposite hall to Antwan’s bedroom. Jesse was already inside. All of Antwan’s shit was still there, but he wasn’t. Neither of them were.
CHAPTER 31
Callie rolled from her back to her side, sleep trying to tug her back under.
She squeezed her eyes shut at the light. What time was it? Surely it had to be time to get up if it was so bright.
She sucked in a deep breath, only to freeze…the sheets smelled different. Or maybe it was the room. Woodsy and earthy, nothing like Lock’s room or her own.
Her eyes flicked open to see a wooden ceiling with an old light centering the space. She swung her gaze to the side to see wood plank walls and a wooden dresser.
Her skin grew clammy and her heart started to thump as she pushed up to see deep purple bed sheets that were nothing like the beige ones in Lock’s room.
Panic seized her chest as she tried to recall her last memory.
It was the morning after her almost-kidnapping. Lock had gone somewhere. Aspen had visited, then Jesse took her home.
What had happened after that?
Antwan. She’d gone to his room to ask him something and found the shirt…then the phone.
Oh God.
What happened after the phone? Think, Callie.
She fought the clouds in her brain, recalling Antwan’s large frame as he’d stepped out of the bathroom.
And the fear…Jesus, the fear had almost swallowed her. She ran…but she didn’t make it. But then, she’d known she wouldn’t. Antwan was big and trained, one of the most dangerous soldiers in the world.
A tremble slid through her limbs as she lifted the soft material of the lilac dress…a dress she’d never seen before in her life.
He’d changed her. Put clothes on her while she’d been unconscious.
