DAXTON POV
The door slammed shut behind me as Henry and I stormed into the house, our boots heavy on the wooden floor. My mind was racing. We hadn’t found James. Not even a trace. It was infuriating. I could still feel the tension coiling in my chest, the frustration burning in my veins like fire.
I knew what I had to do. Maria had to have his number. She was too kindhearted not to keep it, even after everything. I’d swipe her phone, get the number, and track him down. I’d do whatever it took to ensure he stayed far away from her. Yeah, perfect plan — as always I might add.
I was so deep in thought that I didn’t notice the shift in Henry’s demeanor until he stopped abruptly in the hallway. His nostrils flared, his head snapping toward the kitchen like he’d caught the scent of somethi
