CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: PANICKING GRANT POV

It had been three days since my nymph disappeared. Three fucking days since I'd seen her, heard her voice, touched her, or had her smile one of those perfect smiles at me.

If my life was in shambles the last time she got kidnapped, now my life was in ruins. And even more so, I regretted not trusting her gut the last time she told me she felt like something bad was about to happen. I'd brushed her words aside and thought she was paranoid, but once ...