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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