Harris’s POV
I stayed up all night searching for Katrina for the past few days, and couldn’t find her, she just seems to have disappeared into thin air.
I held the strap of the nightgown she had left behind very tight as if it would bring her back to me. My head aches when I think of the possibility of her not returning to my side.
I looked at the symbol on the belt and felt very useless, I couldn’t even find her after she had left a clue for me. What kind of mate am I?
It was very late at night and I was not asleep, I’ve already searched in the daytime but couldn’t find her. Now I could just sit on the couch with a big photo album in my hand.
WheneverI saw a picture of her smiling, it only broke my heart into pieces, I felt guilty for not being able to protect her.
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