I couldn’t breathe after that email. Not really. Not normally. Every inhale felt tight, jagged, wrong.
" He chooses you."
Cole refused to explain what that meant. He shut down, shut me out, gave me this fractured, haunted look like someone had taken a blade to the inside of him. And then, seconds later, he muttered something under his breath, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door.
I wasn’t stupid.
He was going to talk to someone. To explain something. To fix something.
And considering the impossible tension in his face…
It wasn’t going to be small.
“Where are you going?” I asked, pushing off the bed.
“Stay here.” He didn’t even turn back. “Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone.”
“You didn’t answer me.”
“I can’t. Not right now.”
Then he was gone.
Just like that.
The doo
