Ethan's POV

My legs kept moving back and forth, and I paced around my study, waiting for Rachel to get back.

It was getting late, and yet she was to be back.

Even in normal circumstances, I would have still been worried, but now was even. A psychotic killer named Olivia was out there, and there was no guarantee that she wouldn't hurt Rachel if she wanted.

"Where are you?" I groaned, clutching the phone in my hands even tighter.

I had been calling and calling non-stop for the past hour but got no response from her.

Why was she doing this now?

Or could something really have happened to...