Nikolas was pacing the house.
Where was she?
Where was he to begin looking for her? He needed to see her, to talk to her and explain himself.
If he knew it was going to be like this, he would have…
Picking his phone up from the table, he dialled York's number.
[Sir?]
"York…"
Silence fell on the other side of the phone. [Sir…are you okay?]
"My wife. Please…find my wife for me."
[I don't…understand]
"My wife is gone and I'm unable to get a hold of her. Things went wrong. And I need to see her, I have to talk to her. So please, help me find her York. I have no clue where to begin looking and if there is anyone who's good at tracking people down, it's you."
A soft breath fled from York, and he agreed: [Of course, Sir. I'll get to it, and I'll see that I respond in no less than forty eight hours]
"Thank you." Nikolas ended the call.
