Chapter 33“Nicolaj, wake up,” someone said as they shook him. “Wake up.”
He slowly came to, swimming from the depths of darkness back to reality. The kitchen light cast a soft glow in the living room. He’d fallen asleep on the sofa, exhausted by the events of the day. Calleigh stood before him, her bottom lip sucked in, a hand hovering near her mouth, brows knit together. Any trace of slumber vanished as he sat up straight.
“Is Westley okay?”
She shook her head, eyes glistening with tears. “He isn’t in you guy’s’ room.”
“What?”
He jumped off the couch and made short work of the stairs. Danvers barked as he followed close at heel. Just as Calleigh said, the bed lay empty, the covers tossed to the side. For good measure he checked the bathroom and walk-in closet, just in case Westley ma
