It has been exactly one week since Ace left, and I am no closer today than I was a week ago to finding him.
But then again, maybe I was knocking on the wrong doors. Asking dad for help was out of question. He had already said no, and he was a man of his word, I knew that –hell, everybody knew that. Asking my bodyguards to persuade a police officer into tracking my mate through his cell phone seemed like a great idea… if my bodyguards had listened to me. Seeing as I had yet to awaken, I could not perform the task myself, and had to wait for someone to do it for me.
But Peter and Jeff were both adamant about it. They said they had strict orders to follow, one of which said not to let me even attempt to find Ace.
Was my dad’s new purpose in life to make me miserable?
I’m sure he has h
