Evelyn's POV
I still don’t know what happened. One minute I was walking to the bathroom after Sebastian’s race.
The next I’m being slammed up against the right wall of a foreign car with Sebastian going a million miles a minute.
“Someone took you just to get to me,” he’d said once we returned to his truck and abandoned the car we both were afraid of.
“I don’t remember anything,” I swore to him. “I don’t even know how long I was out.”
But the problem is, I’m still getting those text messages. No matter how many times I block the numbers, a new one appears shortly after.
“No way you’re getting rid of us that easily,” another text says after blocking another number.
I’m still shaken up about the whole ordeal, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same. He looks so on edge, always checki
