Austen
“Damn, it’s empty,” I kick a door hard with my booted foot. “How are they all empty?” I yell at Xavier.
“I swear, Austen, my tracker said this is the one,” Xavier mutters.
We are in the fourth palace that is allegedly owned by Heath Norwood, the son of a b***h who took Kinsley. It has been a week since she has been gone, and I am starting to go nuts.
“That's what you said about the other four places, Xavier,” I roar.
“I think maybe Norwood is somehow using her scent to throw us off,” Xavier’s royal Beta Augustus states.
“Really?” I growl.
“Calm down, Austen,” Andre touches my arm, and I almost explode.
Zeidan is in my head, ready to tear others apart. He is going crazy without his mate. ‘We have to find them,’ he says again.
“I know!” I shout out loud, eliciting stares fro
