Colt.
Where the f**k is she?
The dial tone is a rhythmic, mocking pulse in my ear. I press the end button and immediately hit redial, the motion so repetitive it’s become muscle memory.
This is the twentieth time this morning.
Rain is not answering.
She vanished from the party last night like some childish b***h. No goodbye, no explanation, just left.
I was thinking she wouldn’t dare after all she’s my loyal, predictable Rain. But she left me. And it sets my teeth on edge.
Usually, she’s supposed to be lingering in my shadow, waiting for the crumb of attention no matter what Lila said.
For her to walk away from my mansion without a word when I hadn’t given her f*****g permission is a f*****g grave offense.
I know why she left. I’m not a fool. I know the way I ignored her for Lila
