CHAPTER 19
CARTER
What should usually have taken an hour to get from the prison to Los Angeles ended up being only forty-two minutes. Emma still hadn’t answered any of my calls which terrified the absolute f**k out of me. Brooks drove us to Fightanium to see if she was there, and of course, nobody had seen her. We played it cool in front of her father and the others so they wouldn’t suspect something was wrong.
As luck would have it, Reagan mentioned that Emma was going to the beach by their parents’ house; my place wasn’t far. So that was where we were headed.
I couldn’t think straight without knowing Emma was okay. It was like my insides burned and twisted at the thought of something terrible happening to her.
“We’re almost to your house,” Brooks said, dragging me out of my thoughts
