“Well, fuckme,” he murmurs, jogging down the stairs behind me. “I swear though, dude, if this becomes a habit, I’m not going to chase after you next time.”
My lungs are on fire, my pulse thrashing so hard I’m seeing black stars by the time I reach my room. I swing the door open, stopping in my tracks as I notice Emmy’s absence. My gaze finds Aubrey tied to the bed, duct tape covering her mouth.
“What the fuck,” Felix growls, pacing past me.
The fuckis right.
Felix strokes her hair then places his fingers on the edge of the tape. “This is going to hurt, baby.” She nods, and he rips with one quick movement.
“Fuck!” she shrieks.
I grip the doorframe, one foot already out the door. “Where’s Em—”
“He took her,” she pants as Felix leans down and frees her wrists. “Fucking Griff took her.”
