Chapter Thirty

Greyson

My heart thumped against my breastbone as I gripped the steering wheel.

What the fuck happened?

Who found the cabin?

How had they found it?

Maybe it was an anomaly—a bird or perhaps a deer ran through the web.

“Did you use the phone?” I asked. “Did you call while I was in the store?”

“No.” Her voice was indignant. “I told you I wouldn’t.”

Inhaling, I reminded myself that there were some people in this world whose word was gospel. Just because that wasn’t me didn’t mean it wasn’t Cecilia.

“Someone found us. Someone broke the web.” My mind was racing. “I need to backtrack through the woods and see who’s there,” I said, thinking aloud. “I could park the car on one of these inlets into the forest, and I’d be back in an hour at the most.”

“No.”

I turned to the petite powerhouse at my side. “I think we need a reminder on who’s in charge.”

“I think we need to consider safety, yours and mine.”

“Mine doesn’t matter.”