"Are you okay, Harlow?" Olly's voice thundered through the speaker.

I crawled my way up the stairs, tossing the blanket over the railing. "Yeah, I'm okay. The cops checked the house and found nothing."

"I'm having the jet refuelled as we speak, I should be home before nightfall."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and winced. He was overreacting. "Olly, you don't have to do that. I'm okay. I think I just scared myself. It was storming all night and I was up late watching ...