"Where is she, huh?" Killian bellowed in his study. "Can we report her missing?" "It hasn't met the duration to file such report." Nathan countered. Killian scoffed, "The 72 hours duration? What if she is in danger? Where the hell is Freddy, by the way?!" Nathan shrugged and leaned into his seat, "That would be on you. Who leaves a woman stranded in the middle of nowhere? Definitely not a gentleman."Killian glared at Nathan. "It's not the time, Nathan." He spoke gently. He already had enough of self-blaming. He had yet to get a wink of sleep, worrying about her safety. A series of knock sounded on the door. "Come in." He answered, sounding tired. Boyles poked his head into the room. His dark hair was combed to the back. He had on a brown leather jacket, paired with black jeans. "Is this a bad time?" He asked grinning, "Looks like it's a bad time." He answered himself, cringing. Killian wasn't the least interested in his theatrics gimmicks. "Depends, Boyles." Killian responde
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