Varg's Pov
“I don’t know where the f**k she is,” I snapped, storming into Jacob’s apartment. He was sprawled on the couch, the glow of the TV lighting up his face.
He shifted upright, his expression turning serious. “Any leads? Did you talk to Lucian about it?”
“Yes,” I growled through clenched teeth. “And all he did was admit that he sent Lyra out to do his shitty revenge work.” I sank onto the couch in the corner, tension rippling through every muscle in my body.
Jacob shook his head, his face clouded with sympathy, but it only fueled the fire of my anger. “I’ll f*****g kill him if I don’t find Lyra before the week is out.”
Jacob sighed heavily, rubbing his hands over his face as if trying to piece together a solution. “I know you care about her, Varg, but I don’t want you doing so
