PUCK
“She’s not anywhere in there,” I snarled. “Not the bar, the office, or the apartment.”
Panic was a living, breathing thing inside me now. Her scent was faint in all three places—too faint for her to have been in any of them recently.
“She’s not anywhere in there,” I snarled. “Not the bar, the office, or the apartment.”
Panic was a living, breathing thing inside me now. Her scent was faint in all three places—too faint for her to have been in any of them recently.