“Where’s Lark?” I said with a rasp.
Nash’s eyebrows winged up. “She was here?” He cursed. “She did this?” He stabbed at finger toward the kitchen. I saw broken appliances, smashed glass, and tipped over furniture.
“It was a joint effort.”
“And she bashed your head in.”
I scoffed and slid onto the couch. Landon was watching me like a hawk.
“She didn’t bash my head in. I fell while we were scuffling and I hit my fucking head on the coffee table.” I glanced around and my gut tightened. I knew Lark was long gone.Fuck. I touched the bandage on my head again and frowned. I looked at Landon. “You did this?”
He shook his head. “Nope. You already had it.” He gestured at the first aid kit on the coffee table.
I glanced down at the pillow that had been under my head and emotions surged inside me.
“She treated your head wound,” Landon said carefully.
“But she’s trying to kill him,” Nash said. “I got a call from you, but you didn’t say anything.”
I glanced at the phone on the coffee table and my fingers curled. “I didn’t call you.” She’d called one of my friends, knowing they’d find me. “I told her about Ed. She was upset.”
“No shit,” Cole murmured.
And now she was out there, somewhere, alone.
She was trying to come to terms with everything. I’d blown up the only foundation of her life and left it in pieces.
“How the hell did she even get in here?” Cole asked. “The place is Fort Knox.”
“I can answer that.” Alessio nudged the sliding door. It was ajar.
I pushed to my feet, scowling as I strode over. Out on the balcony, I gripped the railing, a breeze whipping at my shirt.
“Fuck. She climbed in.” Probably down from the rooftop, or up from another level. She’d risked her pretty little neck. If she’d fallen…
My knuckles turned white.
“I have to find her.” I spun. “She’s alone. I just dropped a bombshell on her, and she’s hurting.”
Nash’s mouth flattened. “You really care about her.”
I didn’t know what to say. I’d always felt a connection with her. I felt a lot that I hadn’t let myself examine too closely before.
“She’s been trying to kill you,” Nash said, one eyebrow quirking upward.
“Not really. She hasn’t really tried or I’d be dead.” I set my hands on my hips. “Look, the one man who’d been her hero, her father, her mentor… I just told her that he was a cold-blooded killer. I…I need to find her.”
They all watched me for a beat.
“Come on,” Nash said grudgingly. “Let’s get to the security office.”
My jaw worked. “Thank you.”
“We’ll get someone to tidy up in here,” Landon said. “Don’t jostle your head, you’ve likely got a mild concussion.”
I waved a hand at him and headed for the elevator.
When Nash and I strode into the security office, several members of the security team were sitting at the bank of computers. A few nodded or waved. The flat screens on the wall showed various security feeds from around the casino.
