ADRIk’S POV
My fingers clenched around the tiny, blood-smeared diamond earring. For a second, all I could do was stare at it, my vision swimming, rage pounding through my skull.
Serafina… My entire world had been taken.
Then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered fastening these earrings on her, telling her that they were custom made.What she didn’t know was that the diamond setting hid a micro-tracker.
My breath caught. If this one’s here… the other one’s still on her.
“Sergei!” I roared, already running as I shoved past panicked guests, who were heading towards the exit. He spun toward me, his hand hovering near his weapon.
“Adrik?”
“There’s a tracker in her earring! Have you seen my phone?”
Sergei dug into his jacket and yanked it out, the same phone I’d dropped when
