Chapter 95: Watch Out!
Sebastian~
I had never felt frustration this deep, this consuming. It gnawed at my patience, coiling like a tight spring in my chest, ready to snap at any moment.
It was nearly 10:00 p.m. The city was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I had spent hours running around with Zane, searching for any trace of Brielle or Griffin. Every lead turned to dust in my hands, every alley we checked, every call we made—nothing.
Now, back at Zane’s house again, exhaustion was evident on his face. "I hate this," Zane muttered, voice muffled. "I hate waiting. I hate chasing people. And I really hate being this damn tired."
He lay sprawled on the sofa and closed his eyes but not asleep, one arm draped over his forehead. His suit jacket was long discarded, his black shirt rumpled—a rare sight for the ever-composed Zane.
Tiger and Fox were nowhere to be found, which was unsettling. They were always nearby, lurking like silent shadows, but today, when I needed them, they had vanished without a word. The guards, however, remained stationed at every entrance, their presence a reminder that the house was under constant surveillance.
As for me? I had refused to sit still.
Griffin’s number had been my obsession, my fingers dialing over and over, each call met with dead silence. But I wasn’t stopping. Not now. Not when I was this close.
I pressed the call button again, pacing near the window. The phone rang once. Twice.
Then—
A click.