Chapter 78

Drake paced his living room, staring at the group text Zoe had sent moments ago. A fucking group text!

I'm okay. Sorry to worry everyone. See you at the game. xoxo

He was going to ring her scrawny neck with his bare hands until her pretty eyes popped out of her beautiful face. Right before he killed her and after he kissed her. Then probably repeat the process. Twice.

"Maybe you could quit climbing the walls now that we know she's all right, yeah?"

Drake sent Cade a blithering glare and continued pacing. His brother shrugged from the chair he was slumped in and rubbed his eyes.

When she hadn't returned last night after an hour, Drake had gone batshit. Storming the castle, howling at the moon, put him in a padded cell, batshit.