“Fuck you, Sage.” I hung up, but the damage was done.Worry gnawed at my gut like acid, eating me alive from the inside out.
Where was she?
Me
Have you seen Eva today?
My fingers shook as I typed. Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic that, even now, my first instinct was to check on her.
Tristan
Nope.
Rory hasn’t either.
Me
Sage called. Eva’s MIA.
Tristan
Shit.
She’s not picking up her phone.
Call her.
The thought slammed into me before I could stop it.
No.
My thumb hovered over her number anyway.
Don’t.
But what if she was hurt? What if my father had decided she’d outlived her usefulness? What if she was lying in a ditch somewhere because I’d been too proud to?—
She chose him.The reminder should have been enough to kill the desperate need clawing at my chest, the voice screaming at me to find her, protect her, make sure she was safe.
I hit call anyway. Straight to voicemail.
Fuck.Fuck!
No. Stop.
Eva is not my fucking problem.
I repeated it like a mantra as I grabbed my gym bag, as I walked to my car, as I swung by the liquor store on the way home.
Tristan could white knight her.
I was fucking done.
6
INTERLUDE
Dr. Parker