I press my fingers and thumb to my temples, attempting to quiet the throbbing in my head.
A second later, the screen goes black. It doesn’t relieve any of the tension from my body, but it does shut that reporter the hell up. I blow out a breath. What the hell is taking Emmy so long? I flick my gaze back to the clock, then the shaded window, my shirt feeling too tight across my shoulders.
Felix walks back to the kitchen, watching me as he passes. He doesn’t say anything as he places our leftovers in the fridge. After a minute, I pace into Emmy’s room, stopping midway and wrapping my fingers around the doorframe.
Fuck this.
“Dude, wait—”
I barely hear Felix when I barge past the exit. Within seconds, I’m in the shoddy lobby and blurring past two young receptionists. The news is on, that reporter’s grating voice filling the space, and one of the guys behind the desk is clapping his hands.
“Serves the bitches right, though. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, man. Sick shit right there.”
“Call the person behind the disappearances a hero and move on with your damn life, reporter lady!”
Sunlight beams in my eyes as I push the front doors open, and I groan. My head pounds like a hammer is swinging inside my scalp.A fucking hero. Those kids don’t know what in the hell they’re talking about. Draping an arm over my forehead, I take a step forward, no clue where I’m headed, just that I fucking need her. The rays of light creep past my arm and beat on my skin and eyelids. My throat tightens a little more with each step I take.
When the light closes in on me, cutting off my breath, I curse and bend forward, placing my palms on my thighs and trying to suck in some goddamn air.
What the fuck?
I start to turn around, but specks of black dot my vision. Where the hell is Emmy?
