Malakai's POV

"What do we do?" Emma asked, I turned to her with an angered sigh. I was confused and short of words, how did all of this happen?

I took the earliest flight from New York to Los Angeles after a whole night without sleep. How could I? When Emma called by midnight, crying

"Jenna isn't back from the gallery yet"

"Did you check in the gallery?" I asked, remembering she had said she would be working late; she also mentioned being too busy.

"I did, but it's locked up; the entire place is deserted, and her number isn't connecting," she sniffed.

I ended the call abruptly, trying Jenna's...