Twenty-Four
Marcus
I had never experienced the kind of sick fear that crept up through my chest and wrapped an icy cold hand around my throat as Blaine cussed into the phone moments after calling Evelyn's name.
"Blaine," I said, clutching at the steering wheel of the car I'd been driving—up until it became obvious who Blaine was talking to. "Where is she?"
"Dad's house," he said, hanging up on the call before he quickly pressed in another number and held the device back up to his ear. "This whole f*****g mission is a trap. Hello?" The last word he spoke into the phone, his attention leaving me, but I didn't care. I'd heard enough.
Tires squealing, I set the car back into gear and ripped it around, stepping on the speeder until my foot touched the floor.
Brigs has Evelyn.
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