WITH ROOF-RATTLING rage, Evelyn pounded behind the locked door and yelled at the top of her voice, "Open the door, Jason! Open the damn door!"
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Jason had locked her up.
Was he out of his mind? Locking her up like this? What was she? His possession?
She yelled, banging the door even louder but it all fell on deaf ears.
"Damn you, Jason!" Evelyn spat, booting the door so hard that she felt her toes hurting within her heels.
Then she remembered. OH MY GOD, MATT!
She scurried back to the bed, flinging the duvet and pillows out of the way in the search for her phone. Then it clicked... she'd dropped it alone with her purse at the stairs when she'd been battling with Jason.
"Damn it!" She muttered under her breath. She couldn't even at least
