"Hey." I look up and find Nolan standing in her doorway. "Where's Saige? Dax thought she might have been with you."
I shrug. "She's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean?"
"I mean, look around—she's fucking gone. She packed all her shit and left."
I watch his face fall. He's fucking devastated.
It makes me uncomfortable. Saige is mine, and so he shouldn't get to have that look on his face right now. Didn't he just crack her skull open a few weeks ago?
I can't be in here anymore. While Nolan is still processing the empty bedroom, I push past him toward the living room, letting the dog out before dropping into the armchair.
"What happened?" Nolan asks.
"How the fuck should I know?"
"No," he says. "No, you don't get to do that. Tell me what happened. What did you do to Saige? She's gone—that's a pretty big fucking deal. Do you even know if she's safe? What if whoever's been following her grabbed her?"
"And packed up all her things, too?" I ask as I hear Dax on the staircase.
"Who packed their things?"
"Saige," Nolan tells him. "She's gone."
"What? What the fuck did you do to her? And where the hell is my phone?" Dax asks. "I told you not to piss her off."
"It's in my room."
"And the other part?"
"I don't know. She's just…she might have thought I was you for just a minute or two."
"And?"
"And we fucked. She kind of…freaked out afterward, I guess."
"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, she's going to be…" Dax trails off, pacing back and forth in front of me. "I need to find my phone."
"Wait, I'm confused," Nolan says. "Why would she think he was you?"
"Because I gave him my costume and my phone."
"Why the fuck would you do that? Dax, I thought you liked Saige, and you know how I feel about her. I told you to be careful with her, and you said you would. The first fucking time I leave you alone with her, you do this!?"
"I didn't know exactly what he was going to do."
"Why didn't you ask?"
"Because he doesn't care," I say. "You sent her crying into her bedroom—I saw you."
"That's not true," Dax says.
"Yeah? Which part?"
"Okay, well…fuck you. Fuck both of you. I'm going to text her, then check the camera and at least figure out when she left and make sure no one threw her into a fucking kidnapper van."
"I'm going to go get my phone and check her location," Dax says.
