Aiden’s POV
“What’s the password to her phone?” I asked, glaring at the name that flashed across Katrina’s phone. It was Allen’s name. She was in contact with the person Carol was last seen with. I could hardly contain my own anger; my fists clenched tightly around the phone, my knuckles going white. I was surprised that the phone didn’t shatter in my hands.
“Probably something basic like her birthday,” Oliver suggested.
When I tried her birthday and it didn’t work, I let out a throaty growl.
“Try your birthday,” Fiona said, narrowing her eyes at the phone. “She’s just crazy enough to do that.”
I didn’t want to believe that Katrina was that crazy, but at this point, I would do anything to find Carol. I had a feeling the answers to my questions were on Katrina’s phone. I didn’t wan
