Bonnie lifted her shoulder. “There’s not much to tell. When I got up to my apartment, I called the station. A deputy answered. I told him what happened and he seemed to care. Then I told him my name.”
What the fuck was wrong with this town? Zane was going to murder them.Allof them.
Jesse turned to his deputy. “Who was on last night?”
“Symes was on the phone.”
“Drew Symes?” Bonnie asked.
Jesse looked back at Bonnie. “You know him?”
She laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “He was friends with Dean.”
Jesse leaned forward. “I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen again, Bonnie. Okay? If you call the station, youwillget help. Or just call me directly.”
She nodded, fresh tears filling her eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s been so hard.” She scrubbed her eyes. “It was probably naive of me to think I could just walk back into this town and things would be okay.”
Indie touched her shoulder. “Bonnie.”
She looked at her sister.
“This isn’t the entire town,” Indie said gently. “Maybe it feels like it is right now because a couple of jerks are being really loud. But that’s all it is, a couple of people. The good ones and your family, we’re all glad you’re here. It’s where you’re meant to be.”
New tears filled Bonnie’s eyes, and she leaned her head onto her sister’s shoulder.
Jesse and Noah started talking about safety. About Bonnie getting a car and not walking places alone.
Zane couldn’t drag his gaze from Bonnie, the same damn thing repeating in his head—that he wanted to burn every fucker who’d hurt her to the ground.
CHAPTER 10
It was too dark. And the silence… She’d never understood people who described silence as loud, but right now, she got it. It filled her ears, making her heart beat faster and a prickle run over the back of her neck.
It was stupid. This was her apartment. And a couple of nights ago, she’d been fine. But that was before someone had attacked her. Assaulted her.
She’d had the entire day off work today, but there were always people with her. Noah. Indie. Jesse. Now she was alone, and she felt it.
She rolled to her other side, gaze catching on the clock beside her bed. One a.m. She’d been lying here, staring into the darkness for three hours, and hadn’t gotten a minute of sleep. Not a single second.
Come on, Bonnie, you have work tomorrow. You need sleep.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but the guy on her back suddenly felt like he was there again. The breath against her cheek.
Her eyes flashed open, pulse picking up speed.
Maybe she couldn’t sleep because her attacker knew where she lived. And this building wasn’t old, but it also wasn’t that hard to access. People forgot to lock the downstairs door all thetime. Hell, that was how Noah and Indie had gotten in today. And even if the door was locked, residents let random people in and out a lot.
She’d brought it up to the super before, but he was lazy and didn’t care in the slightest.
Did her attacker know which apartment she lived in?
She shot up.
Sleep was not happening. At least, not right now.
On the way to the kitchen to make hot cocoa, she stopped in the bathroom to pee. She was about to leave when her gaze caught on the mirror. Air stuttered out of her at the bruise on her temple.
With fingers that weren’t quite steady, she touched the purple bruising and flinched. Someone hated her so much that they’d resorted to physical assault.
