“I figured they were from some jealous ex or something. I texted the number and asked who it was but the message bounced back. I tried calling and it says the number I’m trying to reach is unavailable.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you with it. It’s probably nothing, just someone messing around.”
I wish it was, because the truth is far worse.
A torrent of memories hit me like a fucking freight train. Memories I’ve stowed away as best I could, but memories that have haunted my dreams ever since.Hisface is at the forefront of my mind, his voice echoing through my head, it’s like I can hear him reading the texts aloud as if he were in the room with me.
I drop the phone onto the mattress and swing out of bed.
“Killian?” Kaia asks.
I pull on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans in record time.
“Killian?”
I cross the room and tug open the bedroom door, letting it swing back on its hinges. She calls out to me again as I leavethe room.
“Killian, stop!” she calls again, her footsteps close behind me as I head downstairs. “Where are you going?”
“Need to take care of something,” I reply as I pull on my boots sitting by the front door.
Kaia reaches the bottom of the stairs wearing one of my shirts. The sight of her body barely covered by my clothes isn’t enough to distract me this morning.
I throw on my kutte and grab my keys. I reach for the front door handle but her voice stops me.
“Don’t shut me out.” She lays a hand on my arm and I sigh, glancing over my shoulder to see worry etched across her face, tears glistening in her eyes. “Talk to me,please.”
“Stay in the house. I won’t be long,” is all I say before I pull open the front door, letting it swing closed behind me.
I’m not being fair to her, I know that, but I can’t think straight. My mind is racing and my heart is beating so fast I’m sure I’m going into cardiac arrest.
Throwing my leg over my bike, the engine roars to life beneath me and I take off down the street, the thunderous roar loud in my ears as it echoes down the quiet street.
I know exactly who’s been sending Kaia those messages. But it’s impossible—at least I thought it was—because the person sending them is still in prison.
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I don’t know how long I’ve been pacing back and forth.
It could be minutes.
It could be hours.
It all feels the same, but I’m sure it’s enough to be wearing a hole in the carpet because all I can do is wait.
My head snaps towards the front window when I hear the sound of an engine in the hopes it’s Killian returning home, but just like the last time and the time before that, it’s just a car as it passes by.
I have no idea where Killian is, or why he tore out of here so fast. It has something to do with themessages I’ve been getting. I knowheknows who’s sending them, but he didn’t stick around long enough to tell me and the not knowing is driving me crazy.
One thing Idoknow for sure is that the messages aren’t from some jealous ex like I thought. The look on Killian’s face as he read through the texts was evidence enough. Whatever meaning those texts hold for him, there’s no doubt they unsettled him.
Terrifiedhim even. The flicker of fear that crossed his face was something I’ve never seen before and that’s the one thing that scares me the most. I know how he reacts when he’s angry, he uses his fists and brute force. But I have no idea how he reacts to being scared.
“Ow,fuck!” I hiss. I look down at my thumbnail. I’ve chewed all the way down to the quick and now it’s bleeding.
I feels so useless just standing here in the living room staring out of the window, but what else can I do? He told me to stay in the house and for whatever reason he asked me to do that, I don’t want to go against him.
