THREE DAYS. Exactly 70 hours. 3 nights since he had last seen his woman. The love of his life. He couldn't bear the thought of her missing this long. The thought of the danger she would be in right now. It didn't help that Alana was like a live magnet for danger. He was losing it. He couldn't bear the imagination of someone hurting her. His innocent girl. He would destroy whoever dared to hurt a single hair on her head.
"Where is she? Where the f**k is Alana!" He all but yelled into the empty room. He was all alone and was drowning in sorrow and despair. Even Sebastian was avoiding him. He couldn't function properly without finding Alana. He needed to talk to someone. And he knew just who he needed to talk to.
Lucius went to his safe, he opened it and picked out a golden compass. He op
