Eleven
“Keegan! Stop!”
Keegan had known going to Erik’s house this late had been a mistake of immense stupidity.
He’d known Julianne was here. He’d seen her car parked out front.
And when he’d walked into the house and realized she and Erik weren’t anywhere to be found on the first floor, he should’ve left right f*****g then.
But had he?
No, of course he hadn’t.
Shaking his head, Keegan bounced off the wall as he stumbled down the second-floor hall, away from Erik’s bedroom. His head throbbed with an ever-increasing headache and he lifted a hand to rub at his temples. Which only made it worse.
He needed his feet to move faster. He needed to be…somewhere else. Anywhere else.
“Christ, I knew this was a mistake. Shoulda stayed the f**k home.”
“God damn it. Keegan, don’t f*****g make
