Rhiannon tore through her dresser, yanking drawers halfway out and flinging clothes across the room. Shirts and skirts littered the floor, some catching on the bedframe, others sliding under the furniture.
"It has to be here," she muttered, tossing a sweater aside. She crouched down to check under the bed, finding only dust and an abandoned shoe. "Come on…"
Her heart pounded as she rifled through her closet next, pushing hangers apart so violently that one snapped in her hand. The Moonstone couldn't just vanish. She'd hidden it in the same spot and hadn't moved it from there.
She stopped in the middle of the chaos, chest rising and falling fast. Her hands pushed through her hair, tugging lightly at the roots. "Where is it?" she whispered to herself in a shaky voice.
The creak of her door broke the frantic silence.
Rhiannon spun around.
