Then her head was yanked back by her hair, and her face slammed into the concrete wall.
CHAPTER 9
Loud thuds tugged Bonnie from her sleep. Her eyes scrunched and pain cut through her face.
Ouch.
She touched her temple and flinched.
Jesus Christ. It hadn’t been a nightmare. Someonehadthreatened her last night. No. Not just threatened, they’dassaultedher.
She took a moment to breathe through the nausea in her belly. Nausea and fear and panic all tangled together. And maybe a bit of embarrassment. But she wasn’t sure why she felt embarrassed. She shouldn’t.
Another bang sounded, this one louder. She frowned, finally registering that someone was at her door.
Then it hit her. Noah and Indie were here.
Oh God, was her temple as bad today as it was last night? Because last night it had looked like she’d been in a fight.
She was about to reach for her phone to text Noah a lie about not being home when a voice sounded.
“Bonnie? Are you there?”
Shit. Not Noah. Zane.
With everything that had happened last night, she’d forgotten to cancel their morning. She scrunched her nose. And her phone was in the kitchen.
Great.
Quickly, she threw off the sheets and crept out of bed. Her steps were slow and measured. Silent. Well, silent until she hit the creaky floorboard in the hall.
Her stomach dropped.
“Bonnie? What’s going on?”
He knew she was here now. She had to open it, right?
When she reached the door, she took one deep breath before tugging it open. She didn’t even think about the fact that she only wore an oversized shirt and panties. Hell, she didn’t even have a bra on.
But Zane didn’t seem to notice any of that. All he looked at was her face. His eyes narrowed and a darkness she’d never seen slipped over his features.
Not just darkness—pure rage.
“Who did that?”
The tone of his voice almost made her step back. Or maybe she did, because he stepped forward.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
Another narrowing of his eyes.
How bad did she look? By Zane’s expression, pretty bad.
“Do you want a coffee? I really need coffee.” She turned, not waiting to see if he followed. But the click of the door closing followed by his footsteps told her he did.
She grabbed two mugs from her cupboard before starting her pod machine.
“Bonnie. Turn around.”
