I just wish I didn’t have to hear Teddy singing a horrible rendition of “For he’s a jolly-good simp” all the way back to the car.
Chapter 11
Ethan
I’m pacing the apartment, re-reading Teddy’s text over and over, as if the words might change. How could he drop a bomb of life-changing information so casually?
Teddy
By the way, Wren is all of our true scent matches. We are heading to a cabin. Bring me a bag? Here’s the address:
Teddy
Sent a location
Allof theirs? What are the fucking odds? My mind races as if the internal question kickstarted something in my brain that makes me actually try to calculate the likelihood.
Shaking my head, I shove my phone back in my pocket. Nope. That’s not going to help anything.
The way I felt when I scented that sticky note she had left on her mirror…fuck, what are the odds ofthat?
I check the text again—the address to the cabin is about forty-five minutes away, in the mountains.
Regardless of how annoyed at Teddy I am for just assuming I’ll drop everything and bring him a fucking bag, I start to do it anyway.
There’s only one reason he’d message me like this.
He saw how I reacted to the remnants of her scent a few days ago. I sigh, going into his closet and grabbing whatever shit I can. There’s no getting anything past him, something I forget too often.
He knew I wouldn’t argue about coming, because he suspects I’m her true scent match as well.
If I didn’t have the intense need to see that she’s alright for myself, I’d deny him out of spite.
Not that he said one way or the other if she was well, but I’m assuming that if she wasn’t at least safe, we’d currently be burning down the entire town and not huddling away in a remote cabin.
As I shove some shirts into a duffel for Teddy, my gut turns at the memory of watching the whole ordeal go down from the darkness of my bedroom. I had been so enraged at the sight of Jasper shoving that needle into her arm, it took me a second for my vision to clear and I thought to call Maverick to give him a heads up.
My heart had raced, watching her flee from them like her life depended on it. I had debated cutting the lights to slow them down, but that would have put her at a disadvantage as well.
The best I could do was unlock the door. And Wren, clever thing that she is, knew exactly what had happened.
She had been so close to the front door.
So close to escaping, almost unscathed.
I have half a mind to drive myself down there and end Victor Caruso myself once and for all.
The way her face turned red, her legs kicking…I was screaming at my desktop, calling for Maverick and Brennan to hurry the fuck up.
I’m going to have to save the video of Maverick beating their damn faces in on my local drive. Maybe she’d like to see it one day.
I shake my head, even as I go to my bedroom and start to pack my own duffel.
Am I planning on staying there? I’m not sure, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. I can’t imagine having to borrow clothes from one of the other guys because I didn’t have anything.
I’m the tallest out of all of us, and not overly muscular. I mean, I work out, but I’m not strong enough to do what Brennan and Mav do. Their clothes would be too shortandtoo wide.
As I lock up the apartment and head to my car, my skin starts to itch in anticipation. I waste no time inputting the address Teddy gave me into the GPS.
