ZEDKIEL.
I rush through the halls trying to pick up her scent, but there’s nothing at all, no f*****g scent. They’ve sprayed something here; the entire place just smells the same…
Fuck!
I punch the wall, looking down at the paper. There has to be some f*****g clue in here? I glance up when I see Chasyn run down the hall, his face pale.
“What is it? Is Maryka in danger?” I ask, knowing if his mate is hurt, he could at least feel it.
He shakes his head before he runs off down the hall, not saying anything.
I’ll find her. Somehow.
Rolling the papers up, I stride down the hall, desperate to find her. I don’t like her out of my sight, alone, especially if I don’t know where she is or who she is with. I should have asked someone to watch over her. I don’t trust anyone here…
I run through
