Lord Merrick's POV
The room suddenly felt smaller after she left, and I sat there, thinking about that last moment when she'd hesitated at the threshold, obviously wanting to say more but couldn't.
She definitely was not leaving.
Not if I had anything to do with it.
I was on my feet immediately, moving toward the door. I needed Terrell. I needed to say out loud the thing I had been circling all night, to say it to the one person who would understand the complications of it because it clearly involved our shared nature, our shared bond, our shared mate.
I hastened my steps and went straight for Terrell's room, but it was empty.
I stood in the doorway and looked at the made bed - the room looked cold, like it hadn't been occupied for hours.
Was he in Angel's room then? Impossible. Agnes was there, which meant Terrell would not be, because Terrell, whatever his other qualities, was not a man who walked into a room containing an angry Agnes without armor and a reason.
