“How did you find out?” I ask, my eyes shift between them.
Isaak doesn’t even blink. “It was not especially challenging. I tried to contact you about a job. You disappeared, so I sent my men to find you.”
“Whatever,” I say, already turning towards the lift.
I need to see my girl.
Now.
They fall into step beside me.
I don’t make it more than two strides before a body slams into mine, knocking the paper bag from my grip. The tray tips in my hand, sending the drinks over the edge as melted ice cream splashes across the floor.
“Fuck—” I snarl, dropping in a futile attempt to salvage what little remains. There is nothing.
When I finally look up, the space is already empty.
The bastard is gone.
As though he was never here at all.
Isaak scans the lobby, confusion hardening his features, while Adelaide searches the room, assessing.
Nothing.
No one in sight.
I don’t like this, not one bit.
“My woman is waiting for that food,” I grind out. “Get the security footage. Now. I want every camera from the last five minutes.”
I direct the order to one of my men already moving in at the commotion. He nods once and disappears.
A cleaner rushes forward to deal with the mess, but I am already in motion. We head for the lifts, and that bad feeling returns.
I should have threatened the bastard harder and forced him to bring the food upstairs.
And whoever just vanished… I don’t like it.
Adelaide pulls out her phone, her fingers moving fast across the screen.
“It’s fine,” she says. “I’ll reorder it. I’ll push it through—”
I barely hear her. I don’t care about the food. I care about getting back to her.
The lift rises, and my chest tightens with every floor we pass.
We move past the nursing station. They lower their heads and fix their eyes on the clipboards in front of them, suddenly very absorbed in their paperwork.
This entire wing is empty, cleared out on my orders. Only her room is occupied.
We are only steps from her door when the world fucking explodes.
My world.
The blast hits like a goddamn freight train. The floor bucks beneath us, the force throws us backward as I slam into the wall,my head cracks hard against it. Light blinds me, heat sears the air, and the smell—fuck—I cough, choking on it.
My ears ring as I stand, my vision spins, my heart hammers so violently it feels ready to tear me apart from the inside.
