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Chapter Thirty-Four
Byron “Damn! This is too vague.” Wyatt laid his head down on the steering wheel. We’d driven this far based on a “gut feeling”, but now we were stuck... sitting in the parking lot of a vacant shopping plaza on the run-down end of town. I ran my hands through my hair for the hundredth time, making my hair stand on end in a less than fashionable style. I had never felt anything as terrible and painful as not knowing whether Bella was safe, whether she was hurt. If she were dead, would we know it? The uncertainty was killing me. Just then I felt her... well I think it was her, it was a sensation like I’d never felt before. I felt a burning pain in my wrists, as though they were wrapped in fire. I saw her face in my mind’s eye – pale and perfect - and thank god, very much alive.
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