"Come to the janitor's closet in the east hall," I growl into my phone before hanging up
immediately.
If I leave time for Grant to protest, I may never get my answers.
It takes a good four minutes of very impatient foot tapping before the door opens and closes
quickly, my friend already turning with an apology in his eyes.
"Whatever is going on with you, you need to clear it the f**k up right now."
Grant's eyes flash before he runs his fingers through his hair stressfully.
"You-I don't know how this happened," he confesses. "One minute I'm texting you and then the
next I get a call from your phone and it's Kalona... I don't know how he figured out you're my
friend or what, but I'm so sorry! Did he do anything? Did he hurt you?"
"You left his address in my notes. I was curious
