She was gone.

He should've known, the first fucking chance she had, his little bird had flown the coop. Fuck. As soon as he got his hands on her he was going to beat her senseless, fuck her until she couldn't walk, then he was going to lock her in a cage and teach her the meaning of staying where she was put. He couldn't believe he had slept so hard that he'd missed her slipping out of bed and sneaking out of the bedroom. He never slept like that.

Soloman didn't bother ...