“There’s something about the Monroe boy genes,” Laney adds with a sigh.
KIDNAPPERS.
Oh my god.
My baby.
My baby.
My baby ismissingand my body is malfunctioning. I can’t even force a word out of my mouth.
Get it together, Emma. Get. It. Fucking. Together.
He can’t be far.
He can’t.
He hasn’t been kidnapped.
No one knows who he is.
But he’s missing and Jonas’s family is here and they know I’ve lost him.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.
Hayes is on his feet, looking around. “Robert’s not here,” he murmurs to Begonia.
Zen beats Sabrina to the kitchen.
I finally get myself out of my chair to follow Sabrina and Zen toward the kitchen, my legs weighing seven thousand pounds apiece while sirens and freak-outs blare through my head. I’m stuck on the wrong side of the table tohandle the fact that my son is gone.
I’mneverstuck on the wrong side of the table. I know better.
I know better.
How did I get so distracted?
Because this is normal, dummy.
Anytime I’m with my friends, I let my guard down.
My friends help keep an eye on him.
And nowBash is gone.
Bash, who looksso muchlike Jonas that anyone who spots it will see an opportunity.
While his famous father’s brother and sister-in-law are sitting right here.
Watching me lose track of my son.
Watching me—no no no.
Deep breaths.
I finally get myself out from behind the table, but I don’t know what to do next.
I don’t know what to do next.
