"Honestly, thank god you're here," Ian said, running a hand through his hair like he'd been holding it together all night. "You heard from Dom yet? I texted you, and the twins…"
Ren shook his head, pulling out his phone like maybe the screen would have an answer this time. "Nothing. He hasn't replied my text. He's ghosting again. What's up? Is he okay?"
That was my cue. Yep. Perfect time to bounce.
I was already stepping back when Ian's hand shot out and closed around my wrist.
"Uh-uh," he said, not even looking at me. "You're staying. You came with me, you're my responsibility."
My chest pulled tight. Responsibility? Who talks like that?
Ian turned back to Ren, his grip was still warm on my wrist. "Diane called, said he left home few hours ago. Hasn't eaten, hasn't said a word since yesterday."
Ren cursed under his breath, flexing his jaw. "Shit… that's bad. It's eating him alive. We should go find him."
