Page 154 of The Heart You Kept

“It is what it is.” Philippe shrugs. “We follow Prescott’s orders.”

“Seems like everyone does.” I roll my eyes, honestly this is a joke.

Helene, Thomas and I exchange glances. Are you actually kidding me?

“See you guys later.” I kiss them both on the cheek and look up the street.

“Where are you going?” Philippe asks me.

“To get a cab.”

“We can drive you.”

I stare at him for a beat. “You are actually going to follow me home?”

“Yes.”

“Is Edward going to be there?”

“I have no idea.”

Ugh, I need to talk to him. “Okay, fine. Thank you, a lift would be appreciated.”

I follow them to the car, they open the back door for me and I slink in. We pull out into the traffic and I stare out the window as the night goes by.

If he has his guards on me…. That has to mean something, right?

God, I have no idea what’s going on. Everything about this man is so confusing.

Ten minutes later we pull into my street and surprise, surprise I didn’t tell them where to go. They already knew my address.

I know that Pascal is the one in the hospital but damn it, at this moment Edward feels just as unsafe to me.

Two hours later, I dial his number again.

You’ve reached Edward Prescott.

Leave a message.

Still not answering….

“Damn it, answer the damn phone. Call me back,” I demand. “I’m getting angry, Edward.”

I hang up in disgust, I’ve called him four times and not once has he answered. What’s he doing that’s so important that he can’t pick up a damn phone?

Is he in jail?

I want to know if he did this to Pascal, this is important.

I go to the window and peer out onto the street to see two black cars parked in front of my house. Four men are leaning up against them, red dots glow in the dark as their cigarettes light up. They look settled in for the night.

I glance at the clock, 11:14 p.m. I’m horny and exhausted and honestly don’t have the energy to worry for a moment longer. I have to work in the morning and I need to go to bed. I shower and dress and with one last look out the window at the circus down below in my street, I climb into bed.

He’ll call me tomorrow.

DARKNESS

I read the sign on the window,