SLOANE
I was literally going out of my f*****g mind.
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip my phone, and when I tried to unlock it for the hundredth time, I realized I had no one to call. Not a single person in this godforsaken town except Damon, and I'd been too stubborn, too proud to take his number when he'd offered it yesterday.
"Stupid," I hissed at myself, pacing back and forth in Cade's empty room. His bed was still warm. The window was wide open, the curtains fluttering in the early morning breeze. And my baby—my baby—was gone.
'Think, Sloane. Think.'
Rika. Rika had said something yesterday about being neighbors with some people in this Ghost Ash town. The Ghost Riders. That motorcycle club that had apparently taken over half the town. Damon was part of them.
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