Logan
The moment I opened the door, Spike was standing there with the rest of my men behind him.
Relief hit me for only half a second.
"What happened?" Spike asked quickly. "Did you find her?"
"No," I said, shoving the bleeding idiot forward so hard he nearly fell. "But he's going to show us where she is."
I tightened my grip on his collar and pushed him again. "Lead the way."
"I can't see properly," he shouted. "Have you forgotten you took out one of my eyes?"
I rolled mine. The fool staggered toward the back of the cottage, bumping into walls and trees as he went. We followed close behind, my patience already hanging by a thin thread.
"I don't see her anywhere," I snapped after a few steps. "Are you playing with me?"
"No—no," he stammered, lifting a shaking hand and pointing deeper into the woods. "She's in there."
We moved forward, and almost at once her scent hit me.
Bella had been here.
Fresh.
Tears.
Fear.
