Rowan
My mind raced as I paced my room, my hands clenched into fists. Soren hadn't called, hadn't texted, and every attempt to reach him had gone unanswered. It had been four hours, four hours of gnawing worry that I couldn't shake off.
It wasn't usual for him to go radio silent while out for meetings. I knew I should have gone with him. I didn't trust Damien or whatever they call him. Nobody schedules a meeting in a freaking hotel if they weren't being shady.
I had called Rudolf as well, hoping that idiot might use that as the opportunity to redeem himself but he wasn't picking up either.
I glanced at my phone again, as if staring at it might will him call. It didn't. I cursed under my breath and dialed his number for the tenth time, only to be met with his voicemail once more. "Soren, call me back. Please," I said.
The phone fell silent, and I threw it onto the bed. Something wasn't right. I could feel it in my gut.