Ryder
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The second the call ends, I’m already grabbing my keys.
She’s not at her place. She’s not with Ray—last I heard, they weren’t on talking terms. And Liam? If she’s with him, I swear to God—
No.
No, she wouldn’t.
Would she?
My brain's a full-throttle hurricane, and I’m the i***t standing in the eye of it, trying to stay still. But I can’t. Not when she sounds like that. So calm. Detached, even.
By the time I pull up outside her apartment, I half expect to see Liam’s car parked out front. I don’t. But I see Ray’s. Of course.
I slam the door shut and stalk up the steps, knuckles tight, jaw tighter. He opens before I can knock. Bastard probably heard my angry stomps.
He leans against the frame like he’s been waiting. Smirking. Relaxed. God, I hate him right now.
“What
