*George’s POV*
“Where are you going to start looking?” Damian asked as we stood hunched over the large map on the dining table. I knew from his tone that he wasn’t convinced that she needed finding, but we’ve argued about it far longer than we should. It was well past midnight and Phoenix was already fast asleep on the large leather couch in front of the tv. I’d cringed seeing her there, on Miranda’s favourite spot. Phoenix refused to go to bed as we busied ourselves with planning and debating possible search areas. She wanted to show her support by staying with us even though fatigue pulled her under. Damian had taken a break just to collect a fleece blanket to cover his mate with. I couldn’t believe that there was ever a time that I thought them to be a mismatch. If anything in my life
