I jut my head back in surprise.
“Alyssia, I’m so sorry for lying to you and not giving you the full truth.”
She sighs. “There’s so much I want to say.” She sounds as if she’s moving. “So much, but there’s a delivery guy here to drop off whatever you ordered for the nursery.”
My brows wrinkle immediately.
“Alyssia, where are you?”
“Travis?” There’s a tap on my shoulder. I look up to see Drake hovering over me. “We gotta go.”
“Home,” Alyssia answers. “Hang on, the delivery?—”
“Travis, you need to get in your car,” Drake’s voice becomes laced in impatience.
The world around me buzzes with activity and anticipation.
Something’s wrong.My gut clenches with impending doom. My eyes dart over to the corner of the garage where my uncle stands. His eyes meet mine. My expression must give me away because his demeanor shifts from one of calm alertness to full alert.
“Baby, I didn’t have any deliveries scheduled for today.” I try to keep my voice calm to not alarm Alyssia.
“Are you Alyssia Scott?” a deep, male voice that sends a chill crawling down my spine asks. It drowns out my team yelling at me to get in my damn car.
That voice sounds familiar, but I can’t pinpoint it.
“Alyssia, don’t answer him,” I yell into the phone.
It’s too late.
There’s a pause before, “Yes, that’s me,” she answers, seemingly to have pulled the phone from her ear.
That’s when I hear a gasp and then a wrestling sound, followed by murmurs from the male. The ominous tone sends a raw charge through my body, nearly causing me to swerve off the road.
Then the line goes dead.
No matter how many times I call her name, she doesn’t reply. There’s no answer because she’s gone.
Taken.
“Travis, I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but you have to get in your car,” Drake says. “The race is about to start.”
I stare at him and then at my uncle, over his shoulder.
“Fuck this race.”
CHAPTER 47
Alyssia
The morning after my appointment with Dr. Dupas, I find myself alone in my apartment. I encouraged Kandace to go out with Mrs. Towsend for a day trip into Nice since she’s yet to see it.
I wanted and needed some alone time.
My mind ended up taking me back to contemplating what Mrs. Townsend told me yesterday, as I scroll through the text messages Travis has sent over the past few days.
“Talk to him.”
Kandace’s words come back to me. I know she’s right, completely cutting him off isn’t the best way to handle any of this.
