Letting him in may not be a good idea; this could all be a huge mistake, but… that look in his eyes says otherwise.
I close the door but I don’t lock it—just in case.
Turning to face Sam, I find him pacing and running a hand through his hair.
“I need you to explain as soon as possible.”
“Of course,” he says firmly. “But first I need you to tell me if you know someone named Jaxon Voss?”
The room around me spins, and before I know what’s happening, arms are around me and everything is going black. I’m placed on something soft as everything comes back into focus.
“Sailor, are you okay?” I blink my eyes, and Sam comes into view. I’m on the couch, and he’s kneeling in front of me. “I think you passed out for a few seconds.”
“Did you say Jaxon Voss?”
I’ve never been told Jaxon’s last name, but that feels right. It just… feels right.
“I take it you know him?”
Without blinking, I nod slowly. It has to be him.
“How do you know him?” he asks.
I’m so confused by what is going on right now…
“How do you know him?” I ask.
Fear hits my chest again, and I worry that letting Sam in here was a mistake. What if he became obsessed after I left and found out that I was dating someone else? What if he’s angry, and he’s here to hurt me over it?
“Did he hurt you?”
“No,” I say quickly. “No, of course not.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sam, what is going on? How do you know Jaxon?”
I sit up slowly.
With a heavy breath, he drops beside me on the couch.
“After you left, I started to feel different. Better. I hadn’t realized how messed up I was while you were there, until you left. I could not figure out what was going on and why I felt so foggy while you were around and why I hardly remembered anything at all.”
He runs his hands through his hair and leans back on the couch.
“A couple of days ago,” he continues. “There was a knock on my door a few minutes after I got home. I—”
There is a knock on my door that has both of us whipping our heads in that direction. My heart skips a beat, but then I remember I’m waiting for someone…
“Shit,” I mutter as I get up and go to the door.
I pull it open to find the delivery man standing there. I give him a quick smile and take the bags of food he offers, just as a car pulls up in front of the driveway and Amelia gets out.
“Thank you so much,” I say to the driver.
Amelia comes up with a huge smile on her face, until she gets closer. It falls the moment she notices something wrong.
“Everything okay?” she asks as she steps in.
