“Fuck,” I grumble as the car beeps to signal it unlocking, and then I climb in behind the wheel, hitting the button to start the engine. It roars to life before it settles into a purr, and once it’s warm, I hit the gas to peel out of the driveway.
I don’t know Seline’s last name or anything else except where she works. It’s midafternoon; The club won’t be open, but there may be someone there who can point me in the right direction.
She’s missing.
And anyone who knows her was never told about the child. She didn’t tell anyone, and as far as I’m aware, that makes the child nameless and unregistered.
I slam my hands down on the steering wheel. Her full name and address were all I was given, so I went there after the club, only to find it empty. She cleared out and disappeared, probably the same night she dropped the kid off on my doorstep.
I’ll fucking find her though, she doesn’t know who the fuck she has messed with here. She could have killed my daughter by leaving her out on that porch, assuming I’d be in to get her.
I’ll kill her myself for it.
I turn into my drive a half hour later and cut the engine before I climb out and head inside. Killian is on the couch with my daughter asleep in his arms, while Savannah washes up the few bottles Willow donated to me.
“She went down about twenty minutes ago,” Savannah says.
“Her name is Lily,” I whisper.
“You found Seline?”
I shake my head, “She’s disappeared, but no one knew about her. She didn’t exist.”
“Oh,” Savannah breathes sadly.
“You gonna find her?” Killian growls under his breath, his anger clear in his eyes.
“Yes,” I promise.
“Good.”
We both know I’m not finding her out of the goodness of my heart.
Chapter Two
Keep a low profile.
Stay hidden.
Don’t let him find you.
I tell myself the same three things in the mirror every morning, and every time I utter the words; I only get angrier. More fucking frustrated because why the fuck shouldIbe the one to turn my life upside down? Why am I the one running? Hiding?
It’s not fair.
None of it is fair.
I slam the fridge a little harder than I should, making the contents balancing on top rattle around and threaten to fall off. Pouring the milk into my coffee, I turn my face to the window where rain has continued to fall for three days straight now, with not a break in sight. It’s cold, too.
I miss the sun, the warmth, and the freedom of not depending on the damn weather to go for a hike or take a wild swim in a lake. If I did either of those things here on the Northeastern coast, I’ll likely get hypothermia. I just hope when summer eventually rolls around, it warms up enough to actually get out.
I chose this city only because Savannah is here, I didn’t want to move to a new city and be alone. I don’t do well on my own, I’ve always been surrounded by my friends and family, and it’s taken some time for me to adjust to the loneliness of moving to a new city and not being able to contact the people who matter the most to me. We had to say goodbye several months back now, and I haven’t spoken to my sister since. None of them know where I am or what I changed my name to. I deleted my social media accounts, closed down my emails and disappeared. I’m a new person, someone without a dangerous past and a family left behind.
I miss them.
Every single day.
Taking a sip of my morning coffee, I move through the small house I rented when I moved here. Luckily, I had a good amount of money in savings to pay the landlord for a whole twelve months, some from an inheritance after my nana passed away, and the rest from meticulously saving every cent I could as soon as I earned money for myself. It’s why I haven’t needed a job for so long, but I’m making a big dent in that money now, and I’m going to need to look for work.
