SARAH
My stomach twists into a tight painful knot.
Shit. s**t. s**t.
I can tell from the text that he’s mad about something, but I have no idea what it is. Has someone taken a viral picture of Ronan and I?
I shake my head. No. That can’t be it. Ronan would have called me to tell me. Has Kevin decided to call me first? Does he want to hear from me before deciding how best to take their lives?
I run my fingers from my forehead down the length of my hair as I grunt in frustration.
“Fuck.” I hiss. Quickly, I get dressed, hide my vibrator, and clean up my dressing stool. I am about to pick up my phone to call when my phone rings again.
I hesitate before answering, forcing a smile as the call connects.
“Two times in one week, Kev. I hate to say it, but I’m beginning to feel like
