CARRIE’S POV
″Rick wants you to stay at his unit in the city.” Arden broke my defiant thoughts.
We were heading our way to my place after we dropped off Jessa at 229 W 43rd St. when a concerned, soreheaded Dust called her on the phone. I couldn’t blame Dust because he must have been so worried about her. I wish he hadn't been so hard on her.
“He wants you safe and sheltered, Carrie.” He added.
“You talk as if he’s here, Arden. He wants. He wants. How could you possibly know what he wanted?”
I didn’t mean to sound strong, but I guess I sounded like that.
He inhaled softly.
“It’s safer there. You can have the place until you decide to go back to your hometown.”
“And suffer.” I softly uttered.
“Your apartment is not guarded at all. I’m taking you to the building.” He said, ignoring
