Chapter Seventy-Six

Graten had flipped every piece of the furniture in the mansion, feeling slightly defeated when he failed to find her there. He was sure that she had vanished into Purgatory, but she would be here at the mansion, right? He won’t rest until he finds her.

“Come on Saraid, where are you?” he asks the empty room.

Maybe she’s not even here. She could have just vanished to get away from me. Or maybe when she wound up here, she decided to go out to look for me.

“Hmph, Fat chance,” he mocked himself but decided that seeing if she was at his place was better than doing nothing.

He jogged through the mansion until he found himself seated on his motorcycle. The turn of the key left an echo like thunder in his wake as he went barreling down the old dirt road in the direction of his brewery. If nothing else maybe, he will run into her along the way.

As the brewery came into sight, he noticed a familiar car in the lot. He couldn’t place where he had seen it before, but his gut told him that it was S