Wilder~

I glared at the phone in my hand, feeling my pulse quicken as the call disconnected.

“Right to voicemail,again,” I muttered.

Lincoln’s eyes narrowed, his hand clenching the kitchen counter tight.

“Fuck.”

Fuck was right. It’d been six fucking hours since Kenzie had left for one of her walks in the woods. I knew she’d brought the phone I’d bought her, but the damn thing was going right to her voicemail on every call. It was starting to get dark outside too, and my nerves were starting to fry. It wasn’t that I didn’t think Kenzie was capable of taking care of herself. And it wasn’t like I thought...