Rodrigo burst into the closet, his breathing ragged as he headed straight for the concealed compartment in the wall. His shoulder slammed against the frame, but he barely felt the impact. The skin across his knuckles was split wide open, raw and bleeding from hours of scraping against the wall, but the pain didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the sickening hollow in his chest.
Without wasting a second, Rodrigo shoved the wardrobe to the side. The wood scraped loudly across the floorboards until the internal latch clicked open.
A bead of sweat gathered on his forehead as he waited, his gaze dark.
"Please be here…" he whispered hoarsely, his throat dry and rough from growling through the night. "Please be here."
The entire closet was a wreck.
