Skye's POV
Ezra had his phone out before I’d even finished speaking.
He called Zoey twice before she picked up, and when she finally did, his voice sounded so blunt.
"Where are you?” he asked.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could tell she was talking fast, confused, probably annoyed that her dad was calling her at nine in the morning like something was wrong.
"I don't care whose apartment you're staying at," Ezra said. "I want an address right now."
There was more talking on her end. Ezra pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Zoey, listen to me. Someone is watching you. I need you to trust me and get in the car I'm about to send."
Whatever she said back made him close his eyes for a second.
"I'm not doing this to control you," he said softly. "I'm doing it because I love
