Varg's Pov

“I don’t know where the fuck she is,” I snapped, storming into Jacob’s apartment. He was sprawled on the couch, the glow of the TV lighting up his face.

He shifted upright, his expression turning serious. “Any leads? Did you talk to Lucian about it?”

“Yes,” I growled through clenched teeth. “And all he did was admit that he sent Lyra out to do his shitty revenge work.” I sank onto the couch in the corner, tension rippling through every muscle in my body.

Jacob shook his head, his face clouded with sympathy, but it only fueled the fire of my anger. “I’ll fucking kill him if I...