Taras took a few steps forward, instinctively moving toward the direction where he expected to see Treasure.
But Le An wasn't in his bed as he had expected. He wasn't even in the room.
In the darkness of the night, the only thing moving inside the room was the flickering light of the hologram TV, still playing the news.
He must be in the bathroom, then.
Taras walked toward it, his steps heavy. But before entering, he stopped—he couldn't hear the heartbeat he expected to hear from inside.
That left only two options: the pheromone room or the garden.
Even though Taras had told him to be ready exactly at midnight, Treasure wasn't in his room. Something unexpected must have happened.
Had his heat started? But Taras had given him a suppressant.
He entered the remaining numbers in his mind into the lock of the pheromone room, and the door opened.
It was empty, too. "Where are you…"
