I ripped the door open with enough force to make the fridge shake. A fresh wave of Finn’s despair hit me at the same time my eyes found what I’d been looking for. The bagged blood stuffed haphazardly around the container of fucking leftover pizza.
I wanted to scream, but growled instead, a desperate snarl ripping out of my throat as my claws dug into the handle of the fridge, cutting through the material as if it were butter.
Fuck.
He’d found the blood.
And he’d obviously put two and two together.
Or maybe he thought we were serial killers.
Whatever he thought had obviously made him panic.
What was I supposed to do now?
I needed to talk to him. To explain.
To make sure he’d gotten home okay and was safe.
I pulled out my phone and hit the call button next to Finn’s number without thinking about it. It rang twice before the call was diverted to his voicemail. Fuck. He’d declined the call. I tried again, but this time the call didn’t go through at all. I called again and again, but the call only ever hit voicemail now.
Finally, after the fifth or sixth time, I threw my damn phone away. It hit the wall with a crash, then shattered on the kitchen floor.
I stared at the pieces as the emotions washed over me.
What was I gonna do now?
I needed to do something.
I needed toexplain.
I needed to talk to him. To see him. To make sure he was okay.
Why wasn’t he answering his damn phone? It was the middle of the day. I couldn’t leave the house right now.
Did he know that?
Of course he did.
The pain in my chest was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I doubled over, clutching the spot where my heart was, and tried breathing through the feeling.
He was shutting me out.
That wouldn’t do.
“Eric… oh fuck, what’s wrong?” Bennie’s voice came from somewhere far away, but I couldn’t help him now. I needed to get to Finn.
Now.
I had to explain.
No matter what.
Chapter 23
Finn
Ihad a bag of what was potentially blood in my fridge.
