Neon blazed bright over Havenwood this night, but not even its glow could cut through the pitch-black darkness coiled in Julian's chest.
It had been two whole weeks since Mira vanished from the West Villa that night.
He had thrown every resource he had at finding her, turned the entire city upside down, and still not a single trace of her had turned up.
She had vanished into thin air, leaving not a single mark behind.
Julian stood in the bedroom of the suburban villa that had once been Mira's. Everything here was exactly the way she had left it.
The faint, soft scent of her still lingered in the air, but the woman it belonged to was gone.
He brushed his fingers along the edge of the bed she had slept in, and cold bit into his skin. Bone-deep terror and crippling emptiness crashed ove
