Chapter 70

RONAN

Vaughn whipped out his phone as I braced on the edge of my kitchen island, struggling to contain the fury from spilling over. My arms were crossed tight, jaw tight enough it ached.

I didn't have time for preliminaries. Nadine had been missing more than twenty-seven goddamn hours. Every moment without her was like walking in bare feet across shattered glass. I required answers. Not more BS.