Chapter Eight

Mia

“What do you mean, 'can't find him'?” Mia asked, the blood draining out of her face.

“Laura was working with the older two, turned around, and he was gone,” the security guard explained. He looked around the garage. “She thought maybe he followed the two of you here.”

“You mean you don't know where Grayson is?” she clarified, needing to hear the words.

“No ma'am. We don't know where he is.”

Mia's stomach dropped out, and her knees felt shaky. Luckily, Carter reached out and steadied her. If he hadn't grabbed her hand, there was a very real chance that she would have fallen over. She focused for the moment on his fingers and the strength in his grip. He was the only solid thing in the world for a moment as worry flooded through her.

“We'll find him, Mia,” Carter promised. “He can't have gone far.”

His promise was sweet to her ears, and she tried to nod in agreement. He still had her hand, and it helped keep the panic from clawing its way up her throat and strangling her.

“Do you kn