Clay's POV
I groan as my ears ring in response to the loud commotion going on just outside the door. The loud growls and banging generate an uneasiness in my chest that shakes me awake. An irritable energy stirs trouble in the air before I hear the roar of Grayson’s frustration echoing. "I need every fu*king guard on it now!"
Grayson gets mad, angry even, but never so demanding that he breaks character, unless....
My door bursts open, but before Grayson can utter a word, my blood boils hot. "Where is she?!"
Grayson shakes his head, releasing an exasperated sigh. "That's what I'm trying to find out now."
"What do you mean?! Is she not in her room or something?"
"We checked. I checked. The window was wide open."
My teeth grind against themselves as my nails unapologetically dig into
