Panic now filled me. “Gone where?”
“I don’t know.” He ran his hands through his hair as he frantically paced back and forth. His current distressed state was tearing him apart. He walked over to my bed, sitting on the edge. “Ryder, my daughter, now my wife”
I tried to be his calming source at a time like this “Have you checked everywhere….including back at your original house?”
“That was the first place. And I’ve checked every inch of this place.”
“And no clues? If she was kidn*pped, there must be some clue left to who it was.”
He sighed as he buried his head in his hand, sounding slightly muffled “and worst yet, her mind link connection is too weak, I could feel her emotions, she is angry, but her anger is affecting the signal of her mind link, and I’ve found no clues here.”
I know
