Damien
I'm halfway through a conversation with Lea when a sinking feeling hits me. It's like ice crawling through my veins, an instinct I've learned to trust over the years. I glance toward the hallway where Riley went, expecting her to reappear at any moment. But she doesn't.
Something's wrong.
I look around the room and, when my gaze lands on Callum's table, I realize he's not there either. He left his new little pet at the table, but he's nowhere to be seen, and a dark, cold fear settles over me.
He wouldn't have tried anything… would he?
But Callum's been unpredictable, unhinged even. And right now, I don't care what he would or wouldn't do. I only know one thing: I need to get to Riley.
A surge of dread rips through me, cold and sharp, and before I even realize it, I'm on my feet, pushing past chairs and tables, heading straight for the bathroom. Michael's already stationed near the door, his face tight with concern.
"Where is she?" I demand, my voice low and lethal.
