Page 103 of My Undead Heart

Mia: Come over later?

I send the text and then turn off my cell so I won’t be tempted by his response. Pulling two beers from the cooler, I pop the tops on both and make my way back to my friends with the determination to have a fun night regardless of the cloud that rolled in on my life. All thanks to Matt Haywood.

“Where’s Jared?” Rae plops onto my lap, her sexy butterfly wings long deserted so she’s wearing not much more than a short skirt and bra.

“He and Logan disappeared an hour ago. I wouldn’t try to find them.”

“God! Everyone’s getting laid tonight but me.” She snuggles her head onto my shoulder.

“You and me both, sister,” I say because I’m still livid about the text Matt sent. I finally gave in and checked my phone about thirty minutes ago. Most everyone from the party has either left or is passed out.

“What? Why no Matt?” She slides off my lap and onto the seat next to mine. “Go get yourself some Thor lovin’. I would. This party’s over.”

“What would you do about this?” I shove my cell in her face, and I might be a little drunk because she has to push it back off her nose to read the screen. I already know what it says.

Matt: Sorry, don’t feel like company.

“Shit.” She swears and I bob my head with agreement.

“Right? Fucking asshole has fucked me every night this week but tonight he doesn’t feel like it.” I scoff and finish off my drink.

Rae shoves me with her hand. “You’ve been sleeping with Thor!”

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Matt. It’s just Matt.”

“Fucking asshole.” She shakes her head. “Hey! You need to go find him right now. Tell him to man the fuck up. If my girl wants to have zombie sex with his Thor self, then he needs to be there for you.”

“Right?” I shake my head with utter disappointment. “He’s probably asleep by now.”

“You know where he lives. Go get your Thor-Matt.” She giggles. “Thor-Matt. Doormat.”

I pat her face. “You’re drunk, Rae.”

She grins and wrinkles her nose. “So are you, Mia. Don’t drive a car though.”

“I’ve got this.” I find the app and type in the cross streets to his apartment. Matt Haywood wants to try and hide? Good luck, buddy. This zombie is ready to hunt his ass down. I might even bite his head off. Depends on what he has to say for himself and whether that’s a good or bad thing.

My Uber driver pulls up alongside Matt’s building and eyes it suspiciously. “Need me to wait here?”

“No, thanks.” I exit the car. Sure, it’s not the greatest part of town, but it’s not unsafe. I climb the stairwell and follow the catwalk until I’m outside Matt’s apartment. I knock at the door, and resort to banging when he doesn’t respond or open. I know he’s fucking home. The lights are off inside, but he was texting me an hour ago.

“Matt! Open the goddamn door!”

“He’s not there, honey.” An angry looking elderly woman pokes her head out two doors over.

“You saw him leave?” I say, hopeful that maybe I’ve missed him. Maybe he changed his mind and went to find me.

She laughs but it holds no humor. “No, he’s been gone for weeks. Moved when we got the out.”

My face must show my confusion.

“The building’s going condo. He moved out, honey. He ain’t here.”

The fuck? Where the hell has he been living?“He’s not fuckinghere?” I shout and head down the stairs. “Fucking hell!” I pull out my phone and consider calling an Uber back home. Why didn’t he tell me he moved? I guess sure, it never really came up and it wasn’t as if I ever asked to go to his place since he’s been spending every night at mine. But it’s still concerning. Where could he be now? That’s when I wonder ...

The gym isn’t far from here and the taxi ride is less than five dollars. There’s no way to ring the door bell, so I pound on the glass and hope I’m right. There’s no movement from inside so I pull out my cell and call his phone.

“Mia?” His voice is rough with sleep.