Twitter ❁ Malia Tate [1]

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Where's Carter?

@maliatate: I'm worried

@maliatate: I haven't heard from you in days and it's terrifying

@maliatate: the last thing we talked about was that you was going on a hunt and I haven't heard from you since

@maliatate: just let me know you're okay

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@sighkat: are you okay

@sighkat: seriously Carter this isn't funny

@sighkat: Everyone's so stressed out bc you've gone MIA

@sighkat: Malia is just really angry at everyone and everything

@sighkat: Aria keeps refreshing your profile non stop

@sighkat: I can't even sleep

@sighkat: message someone, anyone please

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"It keeps going to voicemail." Aria sighed, tossing her phone on the couch and sitting next to Scott. It was pouring outside, the stress and tension thick in the air.

"I'm sure she's fine." Scott mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "She'll probably be back messaging us in a day or two."

"I'm just worried."

"I know, Ar." They both looked up when a knock on the door sounded, Scott getting up to answer it.

He opened it to reveal a soaked Carter, her left arm in a sling. She cleared her throat and gave him a small smile, shifting uncomfortably on the porch.

"I think I need a place to stay."

[END OF BOOK ONE]