EDWARD’S POV
My apartment is crawling with everyone.
Wendy has been on the phone for the last twenty minutes. Rio keeps going between the living room and the kitchen like pacing between two rooms is going to make somebody call with good news faster. Micro is hunched over the table with maps spread out in front of him, Nicholas is checking every place he can think of and Charlotte is sitting on the couch looking like she wishes she could take back everything she saw.
Kaz and Johnny are out looking.
So why the f**k am I still standing here?
I grab my jacket off the back of the chair, but Wendy steps in front of me before I make it two feet.
“Move.”
“No.”
“Wendy,” I warn.
“You’re not going anywhere like this,” she insists.
“I’m fine.”
She gives me a look that tells me exactly w
