Davien's P. O. V
When I discovered Kian wasn't by side, I immediately took out my new phone to call him, but he didn't respond, nor did he look at my messages.
His threat sang in my head like a bad tune, constantly reminding me of the possiblity that he might've truly left me. Was I too rash in trying to mark him? Perhaps I shouldn't have forced him like that.
But then, I didn't have the time to second guess myself hoping he'd come back. There were only two places he could've gone that I knew of. And that was, either the packhouse or to Knoxwell's place.
I highly preferred the former to the latter, though I hated to admit it, but if I went over to Knoxwell's now to retrieve him, I wasn't confident I would be able to achieve that.
Choosing the former, I got into my car, and rolled down the windows, letting the scent of sweat and sex breeze out, then drove off the street, towards the road connecting to the highway.
