RESPONSIBILITY
ERIC's POV
I dashed into the house, jumping the stairs in a hurry to Rayne's room. Even though Bryce had told me that he had taken care of the situation, I wasn't completely at ease, and I knew I wouldn't be until I saw her and confirmed to myself that she was okay.
Crossing the corridor, I stopped in my tracks on noticing the hoard of men in black suits lined up by the door. Matthew came matching toward me in hurried strides, causing me a frown.
"Sir,..." he started, but I didn't let him finish.
"Where is my wife?" I could hear my own fear in my tone, and the intensity of my voice. Firm, and yet shaky. It momentarily surprised me how I was losing my grit at the moment. I was sweating on my forehead, I could feel it. And for a quick moment, I couldn't help but question
