Grayson ‘s POV

The office was empty.

Not just quiet — empty. The kind of empty that hit me in the chest before my eyes fully adjusted to the room. Lynn's scent was still there, faint traces of it clinging to the chair, the edge of the desk, the door handle, but the warmth had gone out of it. She hadn't been here for a while.

I'd been in my own office for less than an hour. One hour.

"Erikson." I sent the mind-link before I'd even turned around. "Where's ...