Zoran had been pacing back and forth on the front porch of the small cabin for the past hour. It was beginning to get dark, and Abby still had not returned. He tried reaching out to her, but his symbiot refused to answer his call. He growled, scaring Bo, who was playing with his tennis ball in the front yard. Bo immediately lay down and rolled over to be petted.
Where was she? Why was it taking so long? Had something happened to her? He knew he should have gone with her. He should have insisted she take the weapon he tried to give her. What if she was hurt? He paled. What if she was being held captive, or worse, dead? He shuddered at the thought, calling out to his symbiot again almost frantically.
He felt a wave of dizziness pass over him as it finally answered him. He growled, wanting
