Warrick’s POV
After my night of running, my anger has lessened. I am more confused and have so many questions. It’s almost 10:00 by the time I reach my room. I scent her before I see her and Viggo growls.
I walk in to find Hadley rummaging under my nightstand. “Where the hell is it?” She mumbles under her breath.
“Where is what?” I ask. She jumps up and spins around to face me with wide eyes. She quickly plasters a smile on her face and attempts to make innocent eyes at me. At one time that might have gotten me to let things go, but now I am just angry, and so is Viggo. It is taking all of my willpower to hold him back from ripping her throat out.
“Oh, darling. Where have you been? I have been looking for you.” She says, while fiddling with hands.
“And you thought I might be hiding i
