Ashton’s POV
I’ve been pacing the room for over an hour, jumping to the window every time a car drives down the street, desperate to see if it’s my kitten. Her parting words are still seared into my mind.
‘I have my key. I don’t know what time or if I’ll be back tonight, so don’t wait up.’
Another car engine purrs at the end of the road. I dash toward the curtains, tugging them aside to look out hopefully, only to let them drop back into place as the lights turn into the driveway of one of the houses further down the street.
F.uck, where is she? She’s not really going to stay out all night . . . right?
I check my watch, it’s ten thirty, she left hours ago.
What if something has happened to her? She could be hurt; no one would know to ring me if she was unconscious . . . she could a
