Nolan POV
She hasn't texted me back. Maybe I should go in there and drag her ass out. Before I know it, I see her coming back, but she's deep in thought. She's walking with confidence, but I can tell from that look in her eye she's being cautious. When she slides in, she doesn't look at me, so I start the car to start driving. After a few minutes of silence, she still hasn't relaxed her shoulders.
"Kendrick." That one word, that name, that escapes her sweet lips forces me to grip the steering wheel hard.
"How do you know that name?" I say, grittingly. That note didn't give away the name, but now that she has a name, it makes the danger more real.
"I met him." I almost stomp on the breaks in rage. How the hell did he meet her and I didn't know about it? There is no way that she would
