I don't say a word to my frat buddies that I'm leaving, the assholes probably think I'm rushing off to get laid. They wouldn'tbelieve it if I told them I haven’t had sex in over a year, not since my brother and I agreed Presley would officially be ours one day.
I look through every room of this house, and come up empty. Something feels off about this. What if she's in danger? She's too trusting, and doesn't know about the ruthlessness of Pixie Hollow like I do.
If somebody has laid even one hand on her, they're dead. She's mine to protect, it’s my job as her guard dog, as she so lovingly calls me.
The only place left to look is outside, I pass by Theo Sanchez talking with a hot girl by the door, and roll my eyes. He's an idiot, she needs to run far away from him as fast as she can.
Wait...fuck! That's my hot girl. I elbow Theo in the ribs, and smile when he doubles over.
That’s what you get fucker.
Turning back toward her, I panic. Why does she look so pale? I catch her in my arms before she falls.
"K-ai...KA—I!" She screams my name, snuggling into me, then passes out.
“Who hurt you?” But she can’t answer me.
"Theo, what the fuck happened? Did you hurt her?"
I don't know when the music stopped, but you could hear a pin drop with how quiet it is in here now. Everyone is looking at us, waiting for my temper to erupt. It's not a secret how crazy I am about my stepsister.
He looks horrified that I would even think that. "No! She stopped me, because she said that someone had put something in her drink. I was going to find her another shirt."
I can't stop the growl from coming out. Her tits are on full display underneath the beer stain. Taking a deep breath, I mask my emotions and place them back where they belong. It’s a trick I learned from Gunner and not one that I always use.
I've found our next victim, whoever hurt her will pay with their life. My insides are screaming at me to destroy something, anything, but I can't. At least not right now.
I concentrate on her even breaths puffing against my cheek, her being alive in my arms is the only thing that matters at this moment.
"Who was it?" I ask calmly. The first rule of being a killer is not losing your shit.
"I don't know the guy. He's tall, with red hair. Should we call the cops?"
"No. I'll take her to Wonderland. One of our doctors will check her out and we'll notify the police from there."
Without even having to ask, Dec has my truck waiting on us at the front door. That’s why he’s my best friend. We have each other's back no matter the circumstance. He knows how crazy we are about her, and he’s helping to ease my panic. At least a little bit.
Jumping in my truck, he places her back in my lap. There was no way I was leaving her in the backseat by herself.
Kissing her forehead, I call Gunner, the second we pull out onto the highway.
"Have you found her?" His voice is filled with panic, and his anxiety is about to get worse.
"Gunner, she was at the party. She's hurt, I think she's been drugged." I reply frantically.
"What do you mean? Where are you?"
"According to the whispers that I heard as we were leaving, I think someone slipped something in her drink during a game of beer pong. We're coming to you now."
"Who?" His voice cracks with barely contained anger.
"I don't know. I have a description, but that's it. We may have to wait until she wakes up to figure it out. She was alreadytoo far gone when I found her to give me any details." My whole body is numb with shock.
"First, we take care of her, then we hunt." He whispers.
"Agreed." I end the call.
I don't know what I'll do if she's not okay. She's the sun that lights a path in my darkness, a place I can rest when the walls close in. We can't lose her, because if we did, there would be no saving us.
