Pamela was sixteen shades of batshit crazy.
And she was the last person I’d ever see.
No.I can’t think like that. By now, SSI would be searching.
I hoped.
I wiggled my wrists, trying to loosen the knots binding them.
No luck.
Pamela came back. “All done back there.” She wiped my blood off her hand after slapping me. “I bet you regret being a mean bitch to my brother now, don’t you?”
I regretted a lot of things.
Like ever meeting Paul.
Like not accepting Matt’s help.
Like not calling someone like Jay or my dad to get the water.
But I didn’t regret turning Paul down.
I said nothing.
“Answer me!” She held the knife under my right eye.
I swallowed while forcing myself not to blink and told her what she wanted to hear. “Yes, I regret it.”
“Too little too late,” she drew out the ‘a’ as she sang the words. “I’d tell you it’ll be over soon, but where’s the fun in that?”
Are those the last words I’ll ever hear?
Chapter 38
Matt
Jay and I both reached for the front passenger door of my SUV. Letting my emotions get the best of me and refusing to be relegated to the back, I growled. Not a low, back of the throat growl, but a pack-alpha growl that would terrify most humans.
Not Jay. He held his hands up and said, “Down, boy.”
“Let’s go,” I ordered Nathan, whose rushed movements were no faster than a snail’s pace in my mind.
“Robinson, I get it. You’re freaking out. But Madi needs you to get your shit together,” Nathan reminded me with a shoulder clap.
“How are you so calm?” I asked Jay.
“He’s not,” Cate offered when Jay refused to answer. “He’s just hiding it better.”
“Because I know we’ll find her,” Jay answered, his voice wavering with fear and doubt.
We would. We had to.
“Failure isn’t an option,” I finished my thought out loud.
Jay’s “Ooh Rah!” blended with Nathan’s “Hooyah.”.
This mission sucked, but I was glad I had these two warriors standing beside me.
