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Miserable, I try to think through this mess.
“This isn’t the time to be dwelling on my emotional problems,” I say loudly, trying to convince myself to move. “I have to warn Alex and tell him that I’m going. I can’t…It has to be his decision. I won’t force him. But I need to leave. With or without him!”
His cell phone is with me, so I call the motel and get put through to his room. As soon as somebody picks up, I say, “Alex, I need to see you right now. Where are—”
“And who would this be?”
It’s Julia’s voice.
I should slam the phone down, but I can’t. “Where is Alex?”
“Right beside me,” she titters. “But he’s sleeping. I think our activities tired him out.”
“What?” I stare blankly at the table, the phone clenched to my ear. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, do I need to spell it out for you?” Julia laughs delightedly. “Alex and I are in bed together.”
She’s lying. She has to be.
Alex wouldn’t do that to me.
But my hands are shaking.
He hates her. He told me so.
Still, I can’t stop my eyes from turning wet. A wave of fury passes through me.
“Give him the phone,” I snap through gritted teeth. “I need to talk to him.”
“I just told you, he’s asleep.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you told me. I’m telling you to put him on the phone,” I snarl.
“Well, I’m not obliged to listen to you. I think I recognize your voice. You’re the waitress, aren’t you? You’re that girl who came to our table the other day.”
I end the call.
I know she’s lying. I’ve heard the way Alex talks about her. She’s just messing with my head.
But this feeling of mistrust and hurt within me is demoralizing at best. I should have faith in him, but I don’t. I want to trust him, but something inside me stops me, something watchful and guarded.
I call the motel two more times, trying to talk to either Nathan or Saul, but neither of them picks up the phone. Frustrated, I ask for Jared’s room next, but the receptionist gets annoyed and hangs up on me.
Muttering nasty words under my breath, I walk over to the window. I may have to go over to the motel myself.
But when I look outside, I see three members of the pack security sitting across the road in full view. They’re not even trying to hide their presence.
Oh, no.
I won’t be able to leave the building. Not till it gets dark.
But I have to go now. What am I going to do?
It suddenly occurs to me that I told Noah I would be babysitting Tim today. An idea sparks within me, and while it is risky, it could work. I make a call to Elsa before I grab my backpack and head next door. I knock, and Drew opens the door a few minutes later in his pajamas.
He blinks at me and rubs his eyes. “It’s my day off, Sophia. What do you want?”
“Can I come inside? I need to talk to you.”