His Dark Obsession

48. A Clue

ZEDKIEL.

I rush through the halls trying to pick up her scent, but there’s nothing at all, no f**king scent. They’ve sprayed something here; the entire place just smells the same…

F*ck!

I punch the wall, looking down at the paper. There has to be some f**king clue in here? I glance up when I see Chasyn run down the hall, his face pale.

“What is it? Is Maryka in danger?” I ask, knowing if his mate is hurt, he could at least feel it.

He shakes his head before he runs off down the hall, not saying anything. 1

I’ll find her. Somehow.

Rolling the papers up, I stride down the hall, desperate to find her. I don’t like her out of my sight, alone, especially if I don’t know where she is or who she is with. I should have asked someone to watch over her. I don’t trust anyone here…

I run through the halls, trying to think where they may have taken her, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. It will be somewhere hard… there has to be a clue in here! Unrolling the papers, I flip through them, trying to slow down and read through them. Frowning when I reach the hostage section…

There’s got to be some clue in here…

“Attention to all contestants. You have until midnight to find your Lunas and return to the grand hall. There are no restrictions, you may go wherever you wish as long as you uphold the rules of the tournament. If at any point your cameras are switched off, you will immediately be disqualified.” Franco’s voice comes from around me.

My irritation only rises. So this is a game to them? Obviously, it f**king is.

camera attached to my shirt. Now that made sense. Of

be somewhere safe. No one

think straight. Leaning against the wall, I read through the last section of

is kidnapped, and the palace is overtaken… There’s a lot of detail of what happens in

of us would have completed the entire paper. But aside from the passage describing the takeover of the

on Zed.” I tell myself, trying to read through it again. Each passing minute frustrates me and it’s only when I’m about to rip the f**king thing

panic leaves a message to the Alpha but she is unable to

letter… Where would Evangeline leave

over for a few moments before I glance down

a run, I head for our quarters. I can see the cameras set up here are there,

seeing the lock on the bedroom door and unlock it. I hate that they f**king have access to my place. I push open the door, not caring when it

she hide

The bedroom.

It has to be here somewhere. There’s no other place that we even spent time at… I pause when my mind goes

later I’ve torn the bedroom and closet apart. There is

office. I’m a little slower here, hating when this place becomes a f**king mess, plus with all this paper I might

also a mess

moment here… I pull out

c**hions of the couch. Nothing. I search

ground beneath it, but there’s nothing here. I run a hand down my head, my head pounding with irritation. I’m hungry too and I need blood. I’m about

head, I walk over to it and grip the ripped area; I tear it open fully, wondering if there’s something in here. I frown as I scan the inside. There’s no clue or letter, but

pick it up, turning it