By the time Knox woke up early in the morning on the bed, the penthouse was shrouded with a heavy , eerie mist of silence that made his heart race.
Then the memories of the previous night came flooding in and his eyes flew open instantly and gone was the groggy expression.
He reached for the other side of the bed which was long cold and empty. The grey sheets was cool to the touch but was now adorned with the stains of a beet red pool of blood and a surge of regret wash over him in heavy waves as he sat up immediately checking the surroundings and calling out her name as he grabbed his clothes.
He checked the bedroom, kitchen, walk-in closet, bathroom and even the balcony but she was nowhere, probably even out of the house but he was bent on finding her.
