After spending weeks searching to no avail, Roman returned to Autumn without a word of warning.
He had traveled to France and then to Italy. But she was nowhere to be found, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
It didn’t make sense for her to suddenly appear after all these years. It didn’t make sense that his father had no clue where she had gone in the first place.
No, his father liked Bell. Saw her as a daughter, fawned over her, and tried to protect her. He wouldn’t have let her go without knowing where she was or with whom.
Bell wouldn’t have been able to escape on her own either. She was a child back then. Even if she had stolen the suppressants, she couldn’t have run from Autumn without help. So someone was lying to him.
He moved angrily down the hall heading for his father’s room. When he suddenly caught the scent that had stuck with him for almost thirteen years.
