Zayne’s POV
I was already on my feet when the last man finished his report, my hands flat on the surface of my desk, my jaw locked so tight it ached. The office lights were too bright. They had been too bright for two days straight. I had not turned them off. I had not left. I had not slept.
“Say it again,” I told them, my voice low and steady in a way that did not match what I felt. “Say it slowly.”
My head of security cleared his throat. He stood stiffly in front of my desk with two other men behind him, all of them tense, all of them aware that they were standing on the wrong side of my patience.
“We have not located Sky Daleman,” he repeated. “No verified sightings since she left the hospital. We expanded the search radius last night. Airports, bus stations, ride services. Nothing
