Chapter 45

Christian POV

I’m pissed, so fucking pissed but I’m pissed at myself more than anything else. I’m confused about what I’m thinking and feeling and it’s annoying the hell out of me. When I found out that Molly couldn’t be found on the farm I instantly panicked. The girl has almost died twice today and I just wanted her where I could see her, even if I couldn’t explain the reason why.

The relief I felt after speaking to her and knowing that she was ok was quickly replaced with another wave of anger when she point-blank refused to tell any of us including Tom where she is. Does she think she can just leave like this? And more importantly, why the fuck do I care about it so much? I’ve wanted her gone since the first moment I laid eyes on her and now that she’s gone I should be jumping for joy but all I feel is anger while something else simmers in the pit of my stomach that I don’t want to figure out right now.

Tom storms away from the trees and heads back towar