Thoughts and dreams of what I'd do to Chase if I ever got free were the only things that kept me going. Yet every time I started to fall asleep, I was plagued by one gut-churning, heartbreaking thought. Why had no one come for me? Surely, even as mad as Lucas had to be, he'd have called Cass. Or Demi. Or hell, even Gen. Was anyone looking for me? Did anyone care?
