Georgia stepped a little away from her friends, pulling out her phone again. Her fingers shook just a bit as she dialed Troy’s number. The line rang only once before he picked up.
“Ma'am?” came his firm, steady voice.
“Troy, I need you to come pick me up,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. “I’m at Blue View Restaurant.”
“I’m on my way,” Troy said right away. “Less than twenty minutes. Stay where you are.”
“Thank you,” she said softly and ended the call.
She let out a slow breath and slipped the phone back into her purse. When she turned around, Lucian and Damien were still standing nearby. May was watching her too, her face filled with worry.
“Troy’s coming to get me,” Georgia said, walking back to them.
May nodded and gave her a small smile. “Good. That’s good.”
Damien cros
