Zayne’s POV
The moment I step inside the house, I know something is wrong, It’s too quiet, too empty for Ava to be inside.
My footsteps echo through the wide space as I stride forward, my pulse hammering so loudly that I could hear the sound.
I push open the first door on my right, my grip tight around the handle. Nothing. I check the next one empty. My movements grow rougher, more frantic, as I storm down the hall, yanking doors open, scanning every corner.
Still nothing.
Where the hell is she?
My jaw clenches. She should be here. I left her here.
I curse under my breath, frustration burning through me like wildfire. My body feels hot with irritation as I stand in the middle of the steps, my breathing harsh.
I pull out my phone, dialing Steve’s number, but before the call can con
