Page 65 of Crave Me

“Wren is trying to call you, Evan,” Alfred answers, leaving a message for me.

“Alfred, call Curran,” I say.

The line rings twice, the car inching closer with each long, dragged out ring. It’s a black SUV, but that’s as much as I see.

“Hey, Wren,” Curran says. “What’s going on?”

The tightening in my chest makes it hard to speak. “I’m on my way home,” I manage.

“Why are you calling?” he asks, picking up that something’s wrong.

I slam on the brakes when the car in front of me stops at a light. Shit!” I yell, my tires screeching. The SUV zips around and past me, cutting a hard right.

“Wren?” Curran asks. “What the fuck’s going on?”

I shake my head, pissed at myself for not being more careful. “I thought I was being followed.”

“By Bryant?”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“Did you get the make or a plate?”

“No, I almost hit the car in front of me and he sped past me before I had a good look.”

“But it was definitely a guy?”

I stumble over my words. “I don’t know,” I say, wishing I’d been smarter. “All I saw were headlights closing in. But last night, I felt like I was being followed, too.”

“By the same car?”

The truck behind me blasts his horn when traffic moves ahead without me. I mutter a curse and stomp on the gas.

“Wren?”

“No. That one was an old model Jeep, dark green maybe a 2004. Finnie saw it, too.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

God, it feels like I’m losing my mind. “Because I didn’t actually see it until I arrived home. But when I pulled out of work last night, just like tonight, it felt like I was being tailed.”

“But you didn’t see exactly who it was?”

“No.”

“How long were followed?”

My pulse is pounding so hard in my ears, I can barely think. “Last night, it felt like the whole ride home. Tonight, not long. A few blocks.” I glance at my mirrors. “Whoever he was is gone.”

“You’re sure?”

I take another look. “Yeah,” I mutter. “Christ, I just want to get home.”

“Finnie won’t be there,” he reminds me. “He left for the press tour this morning.”

“I know. Sol, Kill, and Sofia are with him.” Of course, they just happen to be the ones who live the closest and won’t be home for another week.

When Curran doesn’t say anything, I start hoping he’ll tell me that it’s probably nothing.