Anger flares in my gut, and my hands instinctively curl into fists.
“I’m going to kill him,” I grit out.
She swipes at her cheek, wiping away her hot tears. “My father will deal with the dean. He’ll make sure he never works again.”
“And Sebastian?” I grit out. “What about him? This is his fault. He was supposed to stop it from happening. I trusted him to protect you and this is what happened. One way or another, I’m going to make him pay.”
She shakes her head, her eyes flaring with defiance. “Forget him. I need you to get a grip and come home to me.”
She reaches out to stroke my face, but Michaels is there again. She glances across at him, then back to me with a sigh, her hand dropping to the table once more
“I have to go.”
I nod. “Are there any leads on my sister?” I ask, the words sticking in my too dry throat.
“Me and your dad are heading up a search party to look for her. We have half the town out looking. God’s financing some private detectives too. We’ll find her, Sam. She’s going to be okay.” She bites her bottom lip, and I know she doesn’t believe that.Idon’t believe that. People like my sister don’t just disappear, not unless someone makes them.
The sick feeling in my stomach returns, and it takes all of my control not to lose it myself. I need to be strong—I have to be, for Patience.
“Come home to me,” she says. Then she turns and walks away.
My head pounds as I try to process everything she just said, like I might actually vomit on the table right now, but all that would come out would be my emotions and perhaps a broken rib or two. Everything hurts. My body, my mind, my heart. My fucking soul feels shattered into a million pieces. I’m empty, destroyed. I’m fucking nothing.
I stand to leave. I need to lie down. I need to do what she said and control myself. To get the fuck out of here and get home to her and Sabella. Because I will find her. I have to.
“Got another visitor,” Michaels says, pushing me gently back into my seat.
I look up, watching as Sebastian walks over to my table and takes a seat opposite me. “You,” I grit out with barely contained rage.
He swallows. “I brought her to see you,” he says by way of explanation. “No one else would bring her, they thought you’d lose it if you saw her.”
My hands knot together in front of me. I have to force myself to pull them back and place them in my lap so I don’t do something stupid. I hear Patience’s words in my head like a mantra as I breathe in and out slowly.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
“What do you want?” I manage to grit out, aware Michaels is still close by. Tension rolls off me in waves.
Sebastian drags his hands through his hair, his eyes looking to me, then to the side. He can’t keep still. I can feel the vibrations of his foot tapping on the cold linoleum under the table. His watch is missing, and his hands keep going to touch it, to fiddle with it like he normally does, but it’s not there.
“I asked you a question,” I say, and he finally looks over at me, wincing when his gaze connects with mine. “What are you doing here? If it’s to apologize for letting Patience get raped by that sick fuck then apologynotaccepted. When I get out of here, I’m going to tear you limb from fucking limb. You’re a dead man walking as far as I’m concerned. So I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you. To explain.”
“Explain?” I scoff bitterly. “You wanted to explain why you left my girlfriend there all alone to be raped, motherfucker? There’s no explanation necessary. No excuses. No forgiveness.”
“I’m sorry,” he pleads, his green eyes staring into my rage-filled ones.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. Sorry won’t change what’s happened.”
“I know.”
“It won’t change what you let happen.”
“I know!”
