Free Me (WITSEC Book 4) by Ashley N. Rostek

Author:Ashley N. Rostek [Rostek, Ashley N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

11

The day after our game of Twister, I tried calling Logan. It rang once and then my call was sent to voicemail. I took that as a sign that he might be alive. It was disappointing that he hadn’t at least called me to see if I was okay, but I guessed he could have checked my GPS tracker and seen that I was here. Instead of wasting his time on me, he was probably busy doing what I had asked him. Focus on finding him.

I left him a short message. “As you probably already know, I’m safe. Please call me.”

Another three days passed after that, and I checked the burner phone multiple times every day to see if he had called. He hadn’t. Not hearing his voice and confirming that he was all right was extremely hard. Not knowing about Isabelle was driving me crazy, too.

The temptation to call her, call Ethan or Ian was so difficult to ignore. But I did it. Every day. To keep us safe, I had to. I tried to tell myself ignorance was bliss. That worked sometimes.

I continued to have nightmares of Mr. X finding us and killing the guys every night. I’d wake up screaming or crying and pissed off. I was tired of it and angry at myself for the helpless part I played in my dreams every time.

It was currently the middle of the night, and I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that I was afraid to sleep like I used to be. Nope. I was too pissed off to sleep. I kept mentally going over what I would have done differently in my previous nightmares if they had been real. It was pointless. Nightmares were not something I could control, but I couldn’t help but waste my time fussing over them.

Giving up on sleep, I very quietly and carefully snuck out from between Colt and Creed and off the bed. I thankfully didn’t wake them when I left the room.

It was freezing in the living room. It seemed to be the coldest room in the cabin, and we had been using the fireplace every day because of it. The fire we had lit early in the evening was nothing more than cinders now. I added a couple of logs from the stack we kept next to the hearth, and I got another fire going.

At first, I thought I might watch a movie, but my mind was racing too fast to sit still. I ventured into the kitchen. Searching through the pantry cabinet and fridge, I saw that I had all the ingredients I’d need to make homemade baked chocolate doughnuts, which I knew would be a hit with the guys in the morning when they woke up. As I pulled out the ingredients, I noticed bananas on the counter. They were going to go bad soon. I decided to tweak the recipe to make chocolate banana doughnuts instead.

Getting lost in the process of baking was just what I needed. It calmed me and gave me a break from obsessing over useless crap I couldn’t control.

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