Owen's eyes snapped open, his body instantly alert as his gaze swept the room. Had he actually fallen asleep? He shook his head in disbelief. He never let his guard down—especially not now, not with Rena so close, within his grasp.
But nothing to worry about, he reassured himself. Serena would be sitting quietly, like she always did in the past. She never would suspect that she had actually been kidnapped. But where was she? Shouldn't she have been sitting at his bedside, taking care of him like the last time she had?
His eyes darted around the room, as if expecting her to pop up from the floor and then fell on his small bag in the corner. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Was it open before? He couldn't remember. Frowning, he stared at it for a beat longer before shrugging. Probably just me being paranoid. He must've left it that way.
A sudden rush of panic shot through him. Where was she?
