As soon as Xavier stepped out of the bathroom, he sensed that something was wrong.
"Yasmine?"
The suite was eerily silent, and even the delicate fragrance that Yasmine usually carried was gone.
His face darkened, and a wave of dread surged through him.
Yasmine wouldn't leave the room without regard for his concerns and warnings unless someone she trusted had lowered her defenses and led her away, or she had been forcibly taken under duress that overwhelmed her ability to resist.
Mona's figure flashed through his mind.
He quickly grabbed his gun and rushed out of the room, pounding on the door next to his. Silence greeted him.
Xavier's expression grew colder. He kicked the door open, finding Evan sprawled on the floor, unconscious, and Mona nowhere in sight.
"Evan!" Xavier patted Ev
