Page 143 of Hunt for You

I threw a hand out for my phone and realized I’d left it… somewhere.

Double shit.

~ CAIN (Twenty minutes earlier) ~

Fucking pussy. Couldn’t close the fucking deal—thankGod.

If it weren’t for the fact that I couldn’t let anyone see me, I would have been pacing the street outside her place.

She kissed him.

She fucking kissed him.

And not like she was just looking for a quick hook-up.

She kissed him like she kissed me except… less sure. Like he scared her. And I knew that in her eyes, that was a good thing.

FUCK.

Was that what she wanted?

Gentle?!

It should be. I was smart enough to know that much. But I couldn’t believe it. She was so much more than him. So much more color. So much morefightin her than that ball-less wonder.

He wanted her though. No one would miss that. And I couldn’t blame him.

But that thought just took me back to how all this started andfuck.She went out with him. Dressed up and everything. Like a date. The question was, had she only done it because I’d been gone? Or did she really want someone like him?

But then I remembered those messages, and that post.

She was getting to the edge. She was reaching her limit. I’d been surprised when she didn’t freak out and do something stupid after I disappeared, but that just meant all that crazy was winding up tighter and tighter.

Thank God I’d had the instinct to check the messages from my phone. I didn’t usually take the risk, but knowing he’d left her and she’d been looking for me… I’d had a feeling.

I’d been pissed when I saw her threat in the DM—so pissed my fingers shook, and I accidentally tapped into her profile instead of the reply button, which was how I saw her post.

My heartdetonatedwhen I saw that.

FUCKINGFUCK.

She didn’t even give meminutes?!Had she already given up?

At least I’d been able to head off Clowne, that dude wasdark.I’d seen some of his gore-porn. If I didn’t avoid cops like the plague, I would have sent the images to the Police. I was pretty sure the guy was a bonafide serial killer.

Thank God he was territorial and recognized her as mine. Thank fucking Christ.

I couldn’t keep talking to her right now, when I was so physically close. The risk was too high. I was buzzing. Losing control. Starting to justify shit in my mind that was going to get usbothkilled—or thrown in jail—and I couldn’t let it happen.

Hunting herhadto be planned. I had to be clear headed.

But what if she found another guy in-state tonight? What if…

My heart was beating so hard it thrummed in my skin. I hissed a curse at the dark window of my car, and the dark shadows around her house.

I was sleep deprived, and Ihadto work tomorrow. I had to leave her. Had to get out of here and wrestle back control. My trackers on her phone would alert me if she moved, but… But thethought of leaving her when she was so obviously on the verge of blowing up her own life…

FUCK.