Lyla POV
In the morning I have a quick look around, to see if there was any sign of him. Damn still nothing, he has to turn up at some point. Eating and continuing through the paper work, ‘crashh’ “ahh f*ck.” My head snaps up, at the sound and a male voice. Finally, grabbing my chain that was hidden in the bottom of my bag, by the omega. When I was locked in the cell, I wrap it around me. It’s the only chance I have of getting him back alive. He can’t break it, even I have tried it’s special. I pack all the papers and my stuff, except for an apple. Walking out I stash my bag in a big vase near the main stairs, creeping around with an apple hanging out of my mouth must look really weird.
Peeking into my fathers office, Marcus is throwing things at the safe. Probably frustrated it won’t
