Book 3: Chapter 63

“Trever Allen Moore!!!”

The high-pitched angry screech bounced off the poorly insulated walls in Trev’s house. He jumped and grabbed for his gun under the pillow before he recognized the voice that was still screaming his name. Moving the pillow that he had cradled in his arms all night, he set the pistol down on the nightstand and groggily untangled his legs from the tentacle-like grip of the blankets.

He glanced almost longingly at the pile of pillows next to him. It wasn’t that he wanted anymore to sleep, it was just the fact that he hadn’t wanted to let go of the one thing that still held Vie scent. He did not want to take the chance of washing it away, it was all he had left of her. Although after the shitty way he had treated her and the shitty things he had said to her he knew he had no one to blame but himself for her absence.

Karma was kicking him in the ass right now. He felt like he was missing a limb and been kicked in the chest by a horse. Not to menti