Prologue

PROLOGUE

ALYSSA

P ulling my car onto the shoulder, I turn the volume on the radio down as if that’ll help me hear Brynne better.

“Run that by me again,” I tell her.

Traffic blasts past me, shifting the car as it disturbs the wind field beyond it.

She sighs. “I need you. I can’t tell you why. I can’t talk about it over the phone. I’m going to drop you a location pin, and I need you to get here as fast as you can.”

My mind races in a million different directions; inappropriate replies are on the tip of my tongue, but I keep them in.

“Does this have anything to do with the hot mafia man you’ve been calling Daddy?” I lean in, waiting eagerly for her to confirm my suspicions.

Not that it matters. I’ll be going wherever she needs me to, of course. She’s my best friend.

Besides, I’m too fucking curious to save my life. I have to know what’s going on. Fuck my shift at work.

Brynne clears her throat, her voice shaking when she says, “Lyss, I need you.”

I don’t hesitate. I look in my mirrors, throwing my car into drive as I pull back onto the road.

“Drop me the pin.”

There was urgency in her voice, and I didn’t like one bit how it sounded.