I couldn’t stop pacing.
Upstairs in my bedroom. My hands were shaking, my chest tight, my thoughts spinning like a hurricane inside my skull.
Cole stood near the window, arms crossed. Watching me with a look of pity on his face.
“You need to rest,” he said gently, for what had to be the fifth time in the last ten minutes. “You’ve been through hell. Sleep for even a few hours, Astrid. You’ll think clearer when you wake up.”
I whirled on him. “Sleep? Are you seriously telling me to f*****g sleep right now?”
His jaw tensed. “I’m telling you to take care of yourself so you're body won't break down."
“My mother just died!! My sister is in the hands of a deranged psychopath who could hurt her at any second. And you want me to lie down and close my eyes like everything’s fine?”
He sighed,
