Allen's POV
The anger boiled in my veins as I stared at the empty room Wendy once occupied. My fists clenched at my sides, and my jaw tightened until it ached.
How the hell had I missed this? How could I not have seen what she was planning right under my nose?
“She’s gone,” the guard had said.
Gone.
The word echoed in my mind repeatedly. Wendy hadn’t just left. She’d orchestrated an escape and stripped us of what she could carry along the way.
“Damn it,” I hissed, running a hand through my hair. The guards were still standing in the doorway, clearly uncomfortable in my presence.
“Out,” I barked.
They scrambled to obey, leaving me alone in the room. The air was thick with the scent of her stupid strong perfume. My eyes scanned the space, taking in the bare shelves, the empty dr
