Zane's POV
Sitting on the large oak table I felt a sense of unease despite having Fletcher sit across from me.
Three days had passed since I last heard from Belle. The silence was gnawing at me. I found myself constantly wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. I couldn't shake the worry.
“Can you stop that?” Fletcher said, irritation in his voice. “You’re driving me crazy with that tapping.”
I blinked, realizing for the first time that I’d been drumming my fingers on the table. “Sorry,” I muttered, forcing my hands to still.
Fletcher shut his phone and leaned forward, scrutinizing me with a knowing look. “What’s up, Zane? And don’t give me any bullshit. I know this restlessness has something to do with Kamille’s friend, Belle.”
I sighed, feeling cornered. “I’m just worried a
