He reaches into a locked drawer and pulls out a letter.
"Here, look. She left this note."
Dr. Hyder reads the letter and then gives it to me. I read it a few times, not really sure what to make of it.
"Has she given you any clues about where she might be, Kael?" Dr. Hyder asks.
"Why would he know?" Brady cuts in, suspicion dripping from his tone.
"Because she's been communicating with him. By phone."
"WHAT? Are you even sure it's her?"
"Yes, asshole. She's my mate. We've talked—by text and by phone."
"And you know it's her? Not some scammer? Not someone pretending to be her?"
"I would know my own mate, Brady. It's her."
"Really? Because I remember not too long ago you thought your mate was Stephanie."
I get up to punch Brady again. This time, I'm ready to kill him. I only get one punch in—surprisingly, Dr. Hyder doesn't even try to stop me—when my phone rings.
Everyone in the room freezes.
I pull the phone from my pocket. It's Astrid.
Oh, thank the Goddess.
"Astrid?"
