I pull the door, closing it behind me, and stay outside. Immediately, I take out my phone, looking for Colton’s phone number. I saved it last year when I was having yet another issue with Soren, and have kept it ever since. The call doesn’t go through, and I’m sent straight to voicemail.
Fucking hell, this is just perfect.
I take a deep breath, and walk away from the cabin. Where to? I’m not sure. There are a lot more cabins right next to this one, but considering there’s no light on, it’s safe to assume they’re locked andvacant. There’s no reason for anyone to be here except me and the person in charge of the upkeep. Even so, I wouldn’t even know which cabin to try out, given that there are at least thirty of them.
My finger moves, scrolling through the contact list. I won’t bother my mom and dad with this, because they’ll send someone to get me, and that would just make this whole thing so much more miserable. Sinners and Saints are already writing about me being a daddy’s girl and using all of his money and connections.
They’re not wrong, but it’s been a hassle to be labeled as a spoiled little princess.
“You’re calling me way too soon,” Grace’s voice on the other line is a chuckle. “What is it?”
“Oh, I’m ready to kill someone,” I hiss into the phone, pacing around. “I have a roommate.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Grace mocks. “However will you survive such horror?”
“Knock it off,” I seethe. “Ask me who the fuck my roommate is.”
A beat of silence.
“No,” Grace gasps. “You’re messing with me, right?”
“I fucking wish!” I whine, stomping. “Why the hell is he here?!”
“Uh, that just means he got the same community service as you.” Even though I’m not seeing her face, I can just imagine the look of pure amusement on her face. “Which also means Colton did this on purpose! Oh my God! What are you going to do?”
“Commit a murder,” I groan, slumping down and sitting on the nearby bench, staring at the lake. My hands are freezing, as I didn’t bring any of my gloves. “I’m outside right now. Even this bench is better than being his roommate.”
“Wait, what? No, don’t be stupid. It’s cold, Sophia.”
“If I’m going to die, I’d rather die of hypothermia than be slaughtered in my sleep by that psycho.”
“You’re overexaggerating,” she snorts. “Seriously, you need to get back inside.”
“Nuhuh,” I whine, and even I can tell how much I sound like a petulant child but I don't care. “In case you’ve forgotten, these cabins were designed to house a single person.”
“And?”
“And,” I start explaining. “When you and I were roommates, what was the first thing we did?”
“We brought an extra bed,” she concludes, a laugh of disbelief slipping her. It irks me, and I pull the phone away from my ear for a moment, because when she starts laughing, it takes a lot of inner strength not to jump into the lake.
“Laugh it up, why don’t you?!”
“This is fucking brilliant,” she laughs again, and I put her on speaker. “You’ll share a bed with the man you hate the most. Oh, I wish I were a fly on the wall to see that.”
“Shut up! Please, try to be helpful.”
“Well, there are a few things you can do,” she clears her throat, trying to suppress another round of laughter. “Either go inside and sleep next to him—”
“Not happening,” I interrupt.
“Or,” Grace drawls out, “call for an Uber and go to a hotel. There should be one that’s about forty-five minutes away, right?”
“Oh, right,” I sigh, relief flooding me. “Thank God. Anyway, I’ll—”
The line ends suddenly, and I look at the screen. Dread fills me, my face paling even more. My battery’s dead. Immediately, I try to turn the phone on, but it’s not turning on. There’s nowhere I cancharge it without going back into the cabin.
“Well, are you ready to come inside now, Princess?”
