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“Annika—”
“Is she with you?” she snaps coldly.
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t think I’m still not going to rip you in half for hurting her?—”
“Annika—”
“But right now,” she says coldly, “I need to know if she’s with you…wherever the fuck you’ve skulked off to.”
Something cold drags up my spine.
“Where’s Freya, Annika,” I growl quietly.
“That’s what I’m asking you!”
The cold sensation becomes a blade, the edge sliding over my skin.
“You really,reallyhurt her, Mal,” Annika spits through the phone. “And you and I are going to havewordsabout it. Big ones. But right now, I need to know if she’s with you, because she’s not answering her phone. Neither is Hana.”
The tip of the cold knife sinks into my flesh.
“What the fuck do you mean they’re not answering their phones?”
“They went out to Kiyamachi Street. Then Hana texted saying they were going to meet up with some hacker friend of Frey’s I’ve literally never heard of. Now they’re not answering their phones, and neither is Kir, and I’mfreaking out?—”
My phone vibrates with an incoming call. I glare at the screen when I see Jonas’ name flashing across it.
Yeah,no. That little Nazi shit is at the bottom of my “things to deal with right now” list. I have no idea why he’d be calling me outside of the anniversary of the day I killed Kasper, and I don’t fucking care.
“She’s not with me,” I growl. “I’m not even in Japan right now. And I—” I frown. “Did you say Kir isn’t answering his phone either?”
“No!”
My phone dings with a text. Annoyed, I yank it from my ear to glare at the screen.
Jonas
You’re going to want to take my next call, brother.
The whining sound in my ears from earlier ramps up to a howl. Without another word, I hang up on Annika as she’s yelling at me for being a bastard to Freya. The phone rings immediately, and sure enough, it’s Jonas again.
“If you’re looking to skip and dance down memory fucking lane,” I snarl, “believe me, Jonas, I amnotfucking interested?—”
Then I hear it. Not a barbed reply. Not a witty, poisonous comeback.
Just screaming.
My whole world goes dark, my blood turning to ice in my veins.
It’sFreya.
The world starts to collapse around me. “Freya!” I roar into the phone, my voice splintering with rage and panic.
A low, quiet chuckle rattles through the line, cold and mocking.
“Maleqqi…”
