Grace wasn't about to let Ed get his way, not with everything going on. She gently pushed him off, smoothed out her clothes, and stood up.

"I'm leaving," she said.

Ed didn't try to stop her. He just sat there obediently, nodding like the well- behaved partner he was trying to be.

Grace's preferences in men had always been unconventional. She never thought strength had to mean dominance. A man like Ed, who needed her protection, wasn't a deal-breaker-it was almost comforting.

She left the house and got in her car, entering Bensville's location into the GPS.

It was a long drive. Along the way, she munched on a couple of crackers to keep herself going.

When she arrived, her first stop was Wyatt's place. He was outside in the yard, digging through herbs. When he looked up and saw her, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes-then recognition.

"You must be Grace, right?" he questioned.

She wasn't entirely sure how she'd found the place. If it weren't for asking locals along the way, she'd have missed it.

Grace gave a polite nod. "Yes. My brother Liam came here recently to pick up some alternative medicine. His phone's been off, and I'm getting worried. Is he still here?"

"He left," Wyatt said.

"Do you know where he went?" Grace asked.

Wyatt pointed out the way. Grace turned back toward her car, ready to chase after him, when Wyatt suddenly called out behind her. "Grace."

She turned, looking back with clear concern. "Yes?"


him. "I've got something that's good for

sincerely. "I'm sorry I didn't bring a gift. I came

a large jar, packed to the

like this were expensive. She instinctively

her wrist, and checked her pulse. Then

holding something back-there was more he wanted to say. But she

about to drive off when she saw Wyatt again, now standing in the

he'd been

quietly, "Grace, even if you don't

medicine inside can

immediately. "Don't worry, sir. I

reassured and turned to

opened her mouth, wanting to say something


her history with him. She had no

she simply

the direction he gave for two hours without finding Liam. Then, on a desolate stretch of road, she spotted something troubling-deep drag marks that looked like

heart skipped

car and ran to the

steep, and she couldn't

on foot. As

eight hours from Druville, and it was freezing. If something

hour before she finally saw it—a mangled, half-buried car wreck in the snow. It looked like it had just barely

through the shattered window. But no one was

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