Brax's POV
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I punched Willow’s number into my phone for what felt like the millionth time, but it went straight to voicemail. My frustration mounted with every unsuccessful attempt. Where could she be? My mind raced through the possibilities, each thought darkening with dread. She could be in trouble or, worse, dealing with one of her stepfather's schemes. I couldn't sit back and wait for her to return my call.
"Damn it, Willow," I muttered under my breath as I dialled one of my father's men, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. The call connected, and a gravely voice responded on the other end, a mix of curiosity and concern in his tone.
"Hey, have you seen Willow?" I asked without preamble, my voice urgent.
"No, boss. Haven't seen her tonight. Should I be on the lookout?" t
