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Hector’s POVToday was day three. It had been three days since my last night of sleep. Three days since the last known sighting of my mate. That was over seventy-two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand seconds—all spent in a state of agitatio
Veins traced the undersides of the eye bags that were forming beneath my eyes.Three days, I thought. Three days.Michael’s face lit up the screen before I could take my musings much further, and as soon as I saw his expression I felt my skin prickle with awareness.“Good morning Hector,” he started
Layla’s POVOne thing I immediately concluded about Palmer was that she was nosy. It was so much so, in fact, that I would’ve taken her for a spy if it wasn’t so clear that she loved the act of gossiping as much as she loved collecting information. Normally this would’ve irked me, but it didn’t be
‘It’s good to see you too, Lea.’She scoffed, clearly unimpressed, and as this happened I studied her to see if the Wolfsbane had done any significant damage.Within moments, I let out a low sigh of relief, because while her fur had lost some of its sheen she looked just the way she normally did… th
Layla’s POVI cringed at the sound of my name echoing across the large room, and as all eyes turned to look at me I had to force down a grimace and give a little wave to Palmer, who motioned at me to come over.I didn’t immediately move, and seeing this she let out a sigh before standing up and maki
The girl looked exactly like Palmer—except somehow she didn’t; because where my host boasted a wild array of curls that fell down to her lower waist like a river, the stranger’s hair was cut in a sharp, almost uneven pixie cut.She wore a tank top that was soaked through with sweat, and tattoos cove
I caught a few glances, but no one said anything and just when a hot flush of embarrassment started to go through me I found out why no one had answered.Without any discernible signal, the man shot into action, and I watched with my mouth half-open as the woman ducked, sweeping her legs out to trip
Hector’s POVThroughout the entire flight from Burlington to New York, I tried to focus on the tightness in my chest, which seemed to grow with each passing moment as I drew closer to Layla.It wasn’t good enough that I was going to be seeing her (unharmed according to Michael) in a few hours. I wan