Evander's POV
I looked around for Claire, but she was nowhere to be found. My frustration mounted with every passing second. I needed to see her—to tell her that I was here for her, no matter what. To let her know that I was willing to wait for her, no matter how long it took.
But the longer I searched, the more agitated I became. My chest felt tight as if the very air was suffocating me. Where are you, Claire?
I was still looking for her when my cell phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. It was a call from my mansion, but nothing— not even that— could distract me from my mission at hand.
Just as I was about to lose hope, I heard faint footsteps echoing in the corridor. My heart leaped in my chest. I recognized that sound, that rhythm of movement. It had to be her.
