Chapter Eight
Nikki
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“Duncan’s still not answering his phone,” I muttered, hanging mine up. “Something is wrong. I just know it.”
“Relax. He probably doesn’t have it on him,” replied Nathan, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I’d just watched him inhale two orders of buffalo wings and a large Caesar salad, reinforcing the fact that he’d never be able to handle giving up real food. It also reminded me that I needed to feed soon. My hunger was beginning to rear its ugly head, especially when I watched him add extra wing sauce to the chicken. The rich color made my stomach growl.
I licked my lips. “No, he definitely had it on him. I saw it.”
Nathan leaned back in the booth and frowned. “And he was headed to Victor’s cabin?”
“Yes. I wonder if he found mom.”
“We’d have heard by now
