The man straightened slightly, sensing the danger radiating off me.
“I—yes, yes, she was marked present for first period, but—” He looked down at his clipboard, flipping through papers. “I don’t see a current location update from her teacher. Maybe she stepped out to the bathroom or—”
I didn’t wait for him to finish.
She wasn’t in the classroom.
She wasn’t answering my mindlink.
And her scent was thick enough to drive every unmated male in this building insane.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
And if I didn’t find her in the next sixty seconds, someone was going to die for even looking at her the wrong way.
~~
I passed the main hallway, turned down the narrow side corridor near the storage rooms—cold, unlit, mostly empty during school hours—and that was when I heard it.
A voice.
