Kari played a few pieces, and I felt a little shot of pain through the bond. What? I reached out to everyone and got love back.
They didn’t stop. My belly twisted. Something was very wrong. Brennan also didn’t seem bothered. Huh. Even though you shouldn't text in a theatre, I tried to surreptitiously text everyone.
Me
Are you two okay?
Wes
I’m good. Did you know that Spencer will do karaoke for charity?
A photo followed.
Wes
Areyouokay? Aren’t you at a concert?
Me
I’m fine, and I am. Love you.
I also tried Evan and Jett.
Me
Is everything okay?
No answer. Those bits of pain, and my worry that something was wrong, continued. Bren frowned at me, and I tucked my phone away.
Brennan pulled me to him, rubbing the back of my neck.
Spencer and Wes were fine. Yes, I was definitely getting this through Evan. I sucked in a breath.
“Grace?” Brennan looked at me with concern as I tried to stand.
“Something’s wrong with Evan. I can’t get a hold of him. Something’s hurting him. We should go, can’t you feel it?” I whispered, my eyes pleading with him.
Panic rose inside me. I got it again, and this one made my eyes tear. My chest heaved as I grabbed my purse.
“Fuck.” Brennan tried to pull me down. “Breathe, Grace.”
Tears streamed down my face, and I struggled. “We need to save him, something’s wrong.”
Someone below us looked up.
“He’s not being harmed, they’re just fucking idiots,” he whispered. “Shhh. Come on.”
Brennan stood, arm around me and took me out of our little box into the hall.
Good. We needed to get to them.
“Relax, Little Butterfly.” His body squashed me against the wall, as pine surrounded me.
Why weren’t we going to the car?
“We need to save him.” My fists pummeled against his chest. “Why aren’t we calling the police? They can get there faster. Did someone break in? Why are you just standing there?”
“No one’s being harmed or injured. They’re completely fine and really enjoying themselves. Can you feel that part?” His voice was quiet as he let me hit him, not trying to grab my wrists.
