Damien paced up and down the hospital waiting room. He was spending far too much time in hospitals lately. What was going on? Why the hell wouldn’t anyone tell them anything?
He glanced over at Cole who stood leaning against the wall, his shoulders slumped, his gaze on his feet.
Sam rested his head on Marcus’s shoulder. Their fear was plain to see in the hard lines of Marcus’s face and Sam’s utter silence. They’d managed to locate the women quickly with the help of the GPS that Marcus had on his town car. Apparently he had them on all his vehicles.
Damien made a mental note to do the same. No way could he put up with the terror of knowing something had happened to her but having no idea of where to look.
Not that she would be leaving his line of sight for the next, oh, fifty years or s
