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Exactly what we need if we’re going to take down a vampire maker.
When the time comes, I’ll make sure he’s by our side.
Until then, my instincts scream for me to be as close to Ansley as possible.
CHAPTER 7
Ansley
Something is wrong. Something isseriouslywrong.
“Come on, Daisy. Answer the phone. Please!” I mutter as I listen to it ring until her voicemail picks up. “Damn it!”
I’m at work. Hiding in the break room, calling Daisy over-and-over again. Daisy was supposed to send me a text after her date last night. She didn’t. Now, she won’t respond to me at all. All of my calls are going to voicemail. None of my texts to her have been read. I scroll through them again, just to make sure.
Ansley: Hey, you didn’t text me last night like you said you would. How did things go with Xander?
Ansley: Daisy?
Ansley: Are you okay?
Ansley: Hey, I just got to work. Still haven’t heard from you. I’m getting worried…
Ansley: Just let me know you’re alive. Please?
Ansley: Answer your phone!
They’ve all been delivered, but none have been read. My phone is working perfectly fine. I’ve gotten texts from other people this morning.
“Okay, I have to call her mom,” I sigh, scrolling through my phone. It rings a few times before she picks up.
“Hello? Is this Ansley?” Daisy’s mom asks, a hint of excitement in her voice. “It’s been forever!”
“Hey, yeah, it’s me,” I reply. “Sorry I haven’t had to chance to come see you since I got back to Chicago. Um, have you heard from Daisy? She was supposed to text me last night, but she hasn’t. All the calls are going to voicemail.”
“No, I haven’t heard from her in a few days, but that’s normal,” Daisy’s mom says, some of the excitement diminishing. “Was she on a date?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“That explains it,” Daisy’s mom laughs. “Either it went well, and that’s why she’s not checking her phone, or it didn’t go well, and she’s ignoring everyone.”
“You’re probably right,” I relent. “Hey, if you hear from her, will you let her know I called?”
“Of course!” Daisy’s mom chirps. “And don’t be a stranger, Ansley! I miss you!”
“Miss you too,” I reply sincerely, then end the call.
Daisy’s mom isn’t concerned. Maybe I shouldn’t be either. But even when Daisy is ignoring her mom, she doesn’t ignore me. Sheneverignores me. She will drop everything to respond to a text. If a date goes horribly wrong, I’m usually the first person she calls. If it goes well, she’ll at least send me a text, even if she’s … otherwise occupied.
“Maybe Xander turned out to be Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now,” I mumble, concern continuing to twist my stomach in a knot. I should think positive. Daisy can handle herself. She keeps a taser in her purse for a reason, just like I do.
I continue mumbling to myself for a few minutes while I text and call Daisy, but then my boss walks into the break room.
“Ah, Ansley. There you are. Everything okay? You’ve been away from your desk for a while,” he says.
I quickly put my phone in my purse and turn to face him. “Yes, I’m fine, Mr. Fleming. I’m sorry. I was on my way back.”
I’m worried about Daisy, but I can’t get fired. I swallow my concerns, rush back to my desk, and start working on the reports my boss is expecting. I did the one for Ms. Frost before I went crazy over Daisy’s silence, so the most important one has already been turned in.
