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Ian’s POV

I watched as Jenny paced round the living room, her hand running through her hair tiredly. I could understand her worry. If it was Mike or Jacob that was missing, I’d probably be doing worse than she was.

I looked at Jacob, whose eyes was on her in a predatory manner. The same way his first instinct was to kill Sophia after she heard our conversation, his first instinct was to wipe Jenny’s memories so she wouldn’t be here. But something was compelling me to trust Jenny. That I could trust her with everything that was going on, although I didn’t know how I was going to drop everything on her that Sophia had left after finding out I was a vampire. It wasn’t something I could just dump on her like that.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration.

My heart wouldn’t stop beating so fast. I feared that Sophia was already harmed. And I didn’t understand why the men who had been shadowing Sophia hadn’t reported back. They should have seen when she was kidnapped. How come they didn’t know that? How come I hadn’t heard from them?

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration one more time. I hated being in a state like this. It was in times like this that I always acted in a rash manner, behaving without thinking. And before I take any decision right now, I needed to be in the perfect state of mind. I needed to be thinking clearly before I did anything.

“I just don’t understand,” Jenny began as she stopped her pacing and then looked at me. “I don’t understand…Sophia wouldn’t go anywhere without telling me. She texted that she was coming back home but…she never got back and that’s fishy. She wouldn’t go somewhere without telling me. I think something bad must have happened to her, Ian.”

“She’s fine,” I assured here even though I knew she wasn’t. I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. I knew Sophia was in grave danger, but I couldn’t just place it. And I couldn’t trace her. “She probably just went somewhere to clear her head.”

“What exactly happened bed, Ian?” Jenny asked as she crossed her arms and gave me her best glare. “Why did Sophia leave and go somewhere to clear her head instead of coming straight home?”

“We…we had a misunderstanding,” I answered flatly. “I already told you that.”

“Yes, you already did but honestly I’m not interested in your half truths. I want to know what exactly happened, Ian. I want to know why my best friend is missing and why she just left without reaching out to me!” She snapped. “If she stays missing for another day I swear to God I’m going to have to bring her father involved and you know who he is,” she threatened. “You’ll sleep in the prison until you can finally tell us what really happened.”

Jacob started to get up from the bar stool he was sitting on but I pinned him with a stare, silently passing the message that he should remain seated and let me handle it.

“I told you we had a misunderstanding and she insisted she wanted to leave. But I’m afraid whatever happens between Sophia and I remains between us,” I told her flatly. She had no choice but to understand that. If not I might be the one breaking her neck or compelling her to forget that Sophia ever came here and go back to her dorm. Now that was seeming like the better idea.

“Excuse me,” I added, narrowing my eyes at her and then pinning my brother with a stare before turning around and going to my room. I removed my phone from my pocket and dialed Mike’s number instantly.

He picked up on the third ring. “I’m busy right now,” he growled into the phone. I ignored his tone and words and went straight to the point. I didn’t have time to parabulate.

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