Sage’s POV
I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. My eyes felt like sandpaper, my chest felt hollow, and my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up. We were close—I could feel it. Wherever that psycho b***h took Mark, it couldn’t be far. He hadn’t even replied to my texts. Not one. And Mark always texted back, even if it was just a dumb meme or a middle finger emoji.
“She’s somewhere out here,” I muttered, standing in the middle of this half-dead gas station parking lot. Middle of nowhere. Desert road. Cold wind. Creepy silence.
Hector leaned against the hood of the rental, arms crossed, scanning the horizon like he was waiting for someone to pull a gun on us. Knowing our luck? They would.
Beth sat inside the car, her hoodie pulled up, staring at her laptop. She’d hacked into something—I did
