CHAPTER 55
Thorne's POV
She's gone.
Very much gone‚ almost for life but my wolf didn't care. He wanted her close. He was trying to rip through my ribcage and chase her down thirty-two floors to her house‚
I started pacing.
Living room to the window. Window to the kitchen. Kitchen back to the living room. The same circuit over and over because if my legs stopped moving I was going to do something stupid like go after her. My reflection caught in the dark window glass and my eyes were flickering. Brown to gold. Gold to brown. The wolf pushing up and getting shoved back down by whatever thin thread of control I had left.
I picked up my phone. Her name was right there. One tap and it would ring and I could hear her voice and the ripping in my chest might ease enough for me to breathe. I
