Chapter 43 Drake

• Donny’s tone snaps me out of my dissociated state, he’s serious, and a little panicky, setting my alarm bells off, pulling me into reality. Avery’s face pops into my head first, snapping me out of any residual effects of Alan’s torture. Is she hurt? Did Hayden’s men catch onto our whereabouts? Did he find her?
• I remove myself from the fun, giving Donny my full attention, noticing the scowl and worry lines around his mouth. His worry has me panicky, and concern making me irrational. “What happened? Is Avery, okay?”
• “They found Jane.” He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, something he does when he’s overwhelmed. Shit. Avery consumed every ounce of concern, I forgot about all the issues popping up lately. Get a fucking grip, Drake.