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I wanted to enjoy the sight of a half naked and in bed Romero but my stomach had gotten even more sour by the second. Finding out Isobel wasn’t in here had only served to make the feeling worse.

I moved around to the side of the bed he was laying on and crouched down beside him. I reached out and gently brushed the hair out of his face.

“Romero,” I murmured quietly. “You have to wake up now.”

His gray eyes snapped open and focused on me. A slow smile spread across his face and he reached for me.

I moved back and stood up, not wanting to be touched at the moment. “Isobel’s missing and Rain went to check and see if she’s outside. You need to get up and get dressed.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he sat up.

He said something else but I didn’t hear what it was because I was already on my way out of the room.

I found Rain in the living room with a tired looking Baxter on the couch rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The look on Rain’s face told me everything I needed to know.

Isobel was not here.

“The SUV’s gone and there’s no sign of her.”

Something was seriously wrong, I just knew it.

Why would she leave in the middle of the night without saying anything? And where the hell could she have gone?

2

A Total Failure

Rain

Finn looked absolutely devastated and like he was two seconds away from having a complete and total meltdown. I had questioned if his feelings were real before but seeing him like this there was no doubt in my mind that at least what he felt for Isobel was the real deal and maybe he even loved her.

Baxter sat huddled up in a corner of the couch, and he looked both confused and scared. I wanted to comfort the boy but I was the only one of us adults in the room keeping my shit together and if I sat down to hug him I’d likely break down and lose it too.

Romero had completely checked the fuck out. Physically he was in the room staring out at the backyard. Mentally he was somewhere else entirely. All I knew was that wherever he’d retreated to inside of his head it wasn’t a good place for him to be because he had a look about him that screamed dead inside.

It absolutely killed me to see him like that. He’d been so vulnerable with me the night before and to see him so shut down was truly devastating.

Seeing Baxter freaked out also killed something inside of me.

Fuck, even seeing Finn in his state messed me up too.

Isobel brought us all together and I was seeing very clearly now how we all fit. This would be our coven, we just needed her to come home so that we could make it official.

My stomach sunk at the possibilities of where she could be.

When I’d called her, her phone had gone straight to voicemail. I texted both Toby and Baylie to see if she’d been in contact with them. She hadn’t and all I had accomplished was upsetting and worrying them. Their responses had surprised me because they both were very closed off and I hadn’t thought they’d been on friendly terms with Isobel. They both sounded as if they were just as upset as we were. They promised to let me know if they heard from her.

I called Trenton and asked if he and Simon would go to the shop to see if she was there or if there was any sign of her.

I didn’t want to leave the cabin in case she showed back up. Romero and Finn were almost useless to me at the moment because it wasn’t like I could trust them enough in their current states of mind to send them out to look for her.

Trenton texted me back to say she wasn’t at the shop and there was no sign of her. They went back through the camera footage for the whole night and she hadn’t been to either Fortune’s or the tattoo shop.

She had never done something like this before and I didn’t understand why she’d run off now. She had seemed happy with the way her relationship’s with Finn and Romero were progressing. I had finally come around and opened up to having a relationship with her and I thought that would make her happy because she hadn’t hid that’s what she wanted since she’d gotten here.

So why had she left and where had she gone?

Was she okay?

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