KEIRA’s POV

I rose up from the floor and bolted back into my car. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly grabbed it. With shaky fingers, I dialled Clint's phone number and impatiently waited for it to ring as I placed it on my ear.

"Pick up, please," I muttered as I bit into my fingernails.

I heard a click, and my heart skipped a bit.

"Keira? It is rare for you to call me by this time. What's up? Is everything o-"

"Clint!" I yelled without giving him space to talk. "I-I do not ...