BLOOD ON THE CARPET
~KADE POV~
{Playlist Suggestion: "Meet You in Hell" by Jade LeMac}
Something's wrong.
I feel it before I see it—that gut pull you can't explain but can't ignore. My Mustang idles outside Chelsea's building, engine purring while my hands grip the wheel like a lifeline.
Five days since Samuel's threat. Four days of Chelsea dodging my calls, her voice distant when she finally picks up.
‘Stay away, Kade. I can handle this.’
But sitting here now, staring up at her third-floor window where no lights flicker behind thin curtains, I know she was wrong.
Dead wrong.
I kill the engine and take the stairs two at a time, my knee screaming in protest from last week's workout.
The hallway reeks of old carpet and broken dreams, but there's something else threading through
