Jeremy’s POV
By nightfall, the worry rots into something feral because knowing my mate is hurt and possibly bleeding out sends me mad slightly. I can only hope whoever has her didn’t leave her to die somewhere- Goddess no, I refuse to think this way!
I go to my mother’s house to get Claire’s old phone. This is my only chance at a clue, the old phone that would still carry my wife’s contacts, that vanished when we first arrived here.
My voice fills the house, sharp and furious, echoing off polished floors and expensive walls as servants freeze where they stand. I demand the phone, describing the bag. I don’t lower my tone for my mother’s frailty, for her age, for decorum. I am past all of that. I am a man in search of his injured mate, and the world can burn for all I care!
My mother de
