Eastern turned, phone still to his ear. “What?”
“Find out if Antwan, his family, or hell, Lola’s family, had a cabin somewhere in the mountains.”
His brother didn’t question him, just nodded and repeated what Lock had said to his deputies.
Lock ran his fingers through his hair, wanting to pull the fucking strands out. Helpless. He felt completely and utterly helpless. He couldn’t breathe until he knew she was safe. But he wouldn’t have that confirmation until he figured out where the hell she was.
“How didn’t I see it?” Lock asked, more to himself than anyone else. “We’ve seen them together so many times since he got to town. Aspen was around themtwice, and she saw everything I didn’t.”
“Because you trusted him, so you weren’t looking for this.”
“I should have been. For Callie, I should have questioned every damn person in her life.” When he got her back—because hewouldget her back—he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
Ten minutes later, Eastern’s phone rang.
His brother answered the call, his gaze rising to Lock’s, expression unreadable. “Send me the location and meet me there.” Eastern hung up, eyes still on him. “Lola’s family owns a cabin in the mountains near Asheville, North Carolina.”
Lock was moving before his brother had finished speaking. Sprinting out the door and toward the car.
She was there. She had to be.
God,her head pounded. She touched her temple and flinched.
That son of a bitch.
She forced her eyes open. She was lying on the couch. She turned her head, groaning at the small movement.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, Callie.”
She froze at his voice. Then, slowly, she pushed into a sitting position and focused on Antwan. He stood in the kitchen, shirtless, as he dabbed at the stab wound on his stomach with a cloth. A stab woundshe’dgiven him.
Fear shuddered down her spine. She’d never hurt another person before, let alone stabbed them.
“You’re safe here. Butdon’tdo that again.”
Safe with a lunatic? She absolutely wasn’t. “I need you to leave Lock alone.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw. He turned toward the sink to rinse out the cloth, and she frowned when she saw something poking out of his back pocket.
Keys. A key to the door, certainly. Maybe the windows too…
Adrenaline spiked her heart rate.
He turned back toward her, cursing as he patted the wound once again.
She straightened. “I’m sorry. When you said you were going to hurt Lock, I freaked out.”
“It has to be done,” he said, voice unyielding. “For us to be together, he has to die.”
Fear for Lock once again crawled around her veins. She had to do something, and she had to do it now. Without a word, she rose to her feet, only to stumble at the sudden dizziness.
Antwan’s gaze shot across to her. “Are you okay?”
Really? He was asking her if she was okay after he’d knocked her out? “I’m fine.” If you called a blazing headache fine.
She crossed the space between them and stopped in front of him. “Let me.”
His brows flickered, but she placed a hand over his and he let go of the cloth. She patted the wound, noticing how Antwan’s muscles rippled beneath her touch.
