Page 6 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Nothing.
I tighten my grip.
“Zach. Look at me.”
His eyes finally flick to mine, but it takes effort, like he’s dragging himself back from somewhere deep and ugly.
“You need to find where they’re holding Elijah,” I tell him, keeping my voice low and steady because one of us has to. “We need to know what the hell is going on with him.”
He stares at me for a second, face blank in that dangerous, shut-down way of his, then nods once.
“Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “Yeah.”
“Go.”
He moves, slower than usual but purposeful enough, and I pull my phone out as I step away from the noise.
I need to call Christian. Because whatever just came out of Elijah, that wasn’t some one-off explosion he can shake off in an hour. That was the beginning of something a whole lot darker, and Christian needs to know exactly how bad it is.
He answers on the second ring.
“Yeah.”
“Christian,” I say, keeping my voice low. “It’s really bad.”
Silence on the other end for half a second.
“What happened?”
“Elijah just tried to kill Alex Vargas on the ice,” I say, the words sounding unreal even as I say them. “He completely lost it. They’ve got him with security right now.”
Christian swears hard under his breath.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
There’s movement on his end, voices in the background, the sound of a door opening and shutting.
“I’ll sort it,” he says, his tone sharpening into something precise and immediate. “I’ll find out exactly what they’re doing.”
“I’ve been told I have to do media,” I say, and even now the words feel insane in my mouth.
“The plane will be landing in thirty minutes,” he replies. “Do what you need to do there, then get out. Someone will meet you and take you straight through.”
I drag a hand through my hair, my chest tight enough to hurt.
“Have you found anything?”
“Not yet,” he says. “But we will.”
Not if.
Will.
It should help. It doesn’t.
“Jackson!” someone shouts across the room. “Move.”
