Sebastian’s POVAdrian kept his gabbling on all the way to the elevator, leaving me drowning in the sour happiness of realizing how hard it is to accept Scar being with someone else, and how pathetic that is.“God damn it, Sebastian?!” Adrain snaps when he enters the elevator only to see me still outside, “Get it together! Are you fucking kidding me?! I sent Scar home and I watched her enter Aurora’s building! Are you sure she’s not with some friend?”“Aurora said she never came home last night,” I finally snap out of it. My head was unbelievably light at the enlightenment that Scar hadn’t spent her night with Adrian, but then it hit me, “You watched her go into the building?”Sounds awful like Ava’s case.“Ave hasn’t made it home either from yesterday’s party. I got Jeremy Rogers on the case,” I tell Adrain as I pull my phone to call Miller, only to see five missed calls from him, “Give me one minute--”“I doubt Jeremy would care,” Adrian lets out a cold snort, shaking his head with
Sebastian’s POVAdrian smirks with a delighted tone at his phone.Did I miss anything here? I would understand if Jeremy Rogers did things by the book if he didn’t agree to help Adrian so quickly without even hesitation.It was a great chance for me to own him, and my help was worth something. It didn’t feel like he helped Adrian out of friendship, but that he chose to not help me out of some personal vendetta.But I don’t even know him personally!I’m pretty sure Adrian was going to hang up, but when he took a glance at me, he sighs lightly and adds to his phone, “Ohh, it came to my attention that the other Fuller girl is not answering her phone, either. Not sure if it’s related to Scar’s missing in any way but, this piece of information might help. Your judgment.”He ends the phone call, and I feel like I’m about to burst at humiliation and confused anger.“What?!” I snap at Adrian, can’t help my mean tone.“Well,” Adrian shrugs with an annoying smirk, “You are welcome.”I want to ar
Sebastian’s POVTo think that he might really know my wife better than I do is the worst feeling in the world. It’s like the most intimate corner of my heart is stained by another man, like untouched snow with an ugly, foreign footprint.“You--”“He’s here,” Adrian cuts me off, pulling up the car before he jumps off. I have to follow.We arrived at the building of Aurora’s apartment, and she was standing right in front of it, talking to a tall guy. The guy has soft, blonde hair. His figure is bulky with clear muscles under his police short sleeves. But when he turns around to us, his round chin instantly lights up a flare in the back of my head--The Three Musketeers! Not the book. It was us!I used to play fencing with Adrian. We met another boy at the fencing class and we became friends first, and later “the three musketeers”. It was decades ago though. I was only around ten when I dropped fencing.I wanted to keep visiting Ava, so I begged Granny to quit fencing and play football i
Scarlett’s POVWhen I woke up, everything was dark. For a moment, I thought it was still at night, only to see that I’m in a dark room when my eyes got used to the darkness.My mind is like a mush, and it’s adjusting even slower than my eyes as if someone injected fog into my brain.What happened? Where am I? I was in a car...? The last thing I could remember was Ava’s scared eyes.Ava!My memory of last night rushes into my mind as that name wakes them up, also is waking up is a throbbing pain in my temples. I frown, trying to rub my temples, only to realize that my arms are tied to the arms of a wooden chair.Now I remember.I didn’t want to go out to meet Ava when I got her message. She never reaches out to me, ever. She has got an army to do that if she ever needs me. Nor was there anything for us to talk about. The last time she “talked” to me, she showed the video of Sebastian when he confessed his feelings toward her, thinking Ava was the little girl he saved.I replied with a
Scarlett's POVThe man stands up with a hand supporting his heavy body on the table, then starts stretching his limbs in a string of painfully slow moves, ignoring me and Ava in total. His hair is messy, and his smelly clothes loosely hang from his beer belly. Then he opens a bottle of water, rinses before he swallows the water in his mouth, and splashes water on his face and head until the bottle is empty. He grabs what looks like a dirty shirt and wipes his head.He doesn’t look like a thug. Thug has better bodies...and probably healthier lifestyles, too.But that doesn’t mean he is not a predator. He abducted two girls -- I’ll take Ava’s words on this for the sake of argument -- tied them to chairs in a dark room of what looks like an abandoned building, and it seems that his intention behind his slow movements is intimidation. Like the play before a cat kills a mouse it caught.Then all of a sudden, he pulls a string hanging in the room and lights penetrate my eyes, leaving a sour
Sebastian's POVI split from Adrian after his horrible accusation.Ava doesn’t like Scar, sure. But she would never commit a crime. I don’t believe the innocent angel I met would suddenly turn capable of harming someone with cold blood.24 hours have passed, and the cops found nothing. All they were able to do was to determine that both girls left home willingly, and disappeared from the security camera’s blind spots. How much does it take to fucking cover the city with some damn cameras?!I don’t fucking need Adrian and his police bud! I’ve got friends, too! I filed a formal missing person’s request through a friend, claiming that I have reason to believe that my wife was abducted and being transported out of the city, and the feds were more than happy to intervene.With one of the girls missing being my wife, and both of them my close acquaintances, I was questioned thoroughly before being kept on site --The FBI determined this abduction case a crime targetting me, and though it’s
Sebastian’s POVI mean, I can’t be sure that I have never seen him in my life, and that can be the smidgen of familiarity I feel looking at his photo. And my heart drops--It’s much harder if it’s a random guy instead of the owner who did this.“Fuck!” I rub my head, throwing the photos on the sofa hard. The splash does not ease my nerves.“It’s okay,” Jim is leaving, but he stops and pats my shoulder instead, “We are not tracing the owner, but the car. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”“So what’s your deal with Adrian?” I ask Jim, knowing he is trying to comfort me. He knows Adrian, too. Actually, I knew Jim through Adrian. Jim is two years our senior in college.“We let him know, if the kidnapper ever calls you.” Jim shrugs.He doesn’t think the kidnapper would. After all, it has been more than a day. If it's ransom a kidnapper is after, they would contact immediately. So why haven’t they??Anything could have happened in 24 hours. What if it wasn’t abduction? What if it was human tra
Scarlett’s POVThe guy left the room, leaving us tied to the chair for a whole day.I know because while the window opens to what seems like the inside of an abandoned building, the change of light still somewhat indicates time. But knowing that doesn’t help us at all. The dangerous stranger is no longer our biggest threat --Hunger is.We haven’t had food, or even water for a very long time.“Where did he go?! Is he just going to leave us like this forever?!”Some hours ago, Ava was capable of vigorous complaints like this, and now she can barely talk.But she has a point. If the guy just left us at a random abandoned building, then there is less of a chance for anyone to locate us while he can go and get all the alibi he needs. And condemning him is not even the problem because we would have died way before that could happen.My stomach groans.My appetite has grown bigger since the pregnancy. The baby has grown used to his aunt Aurora and aunt Lilith feeding him all kinds of cuisine