As I wait for the map to load, I sprint for the door. Sawyer’s right behind me.
“What do you need?” he asks.
The map appears on the screen as I burst onto the sidewalk. “Call Enzo. He’ll already know her alert went off. We need to figure out a?—”
My attention narrows to the flashing red dot on the map. Angel’s dot.
She’s still at her house. Where I left her not two hours before.
Fuck.Fuck.
She’s in danger again, and I’m not there.
Guilt and terror slam into me at once.
I can’t let her down again. I can’t.
“Where is she?” Sawyer asks. He has his phone pressed to one ear.
“Her house,” I choke out. “She’s at her house.”
On numb legs, I run for my car, parked a block over. Each step feels like moving through quicksand.
“Maybe she triggered it by accident,” he suggests. “It’s possible.”
Maybe. Though I’m loath to lose sight of Angel’s red dot for even a second, I click out of the app so I can call her.
But she doesn’t answer.
Not the first time I call. Or the second.
And with each unanswered ring, the claws of fear dig deeper.
When we reach my car, I fling myself inside and jab at the ignition. A moment later, Sawyer slides into the passenger seat and clips, “Enzo’s on the way. Knox and Gage, too. Alec’s staying with Haley.”
The engine roars to a start.
“He’s accessing her security cameras,” Sawyer adds. “If someone’s there, he’ll know.”
But what if it’s too late?
What if I’ve already failed her?
I slam my foot down on the gas as I pull out of the parking spot, and the car jerks forward. An angry beep sounds from behind me.
The fear surging through me makes it hard to breathe.
“She has to be okay.” I can’t bear the thought of the alternative. “She has to be.”
CHAPTER 18
ANGEL
“I know what you did!”
Sharon gestures with her gun, the barrel jerking with every word.
With each motion, my body tenses in anticipation.
