Zayn's POV
Midnight, the office.
The name Penelope Woods suddenly surfaced in my mind. Two years—how long had it been since I'd last heard that name? Exhausted, I pinched the bridge of my nose and set down the absorption stone in my hand. Florida had been restless lately, so I'd sent my Beta, Elijah, to investigate. He'd mailed these stones back to me. Unfortunately, I had no leads on the scent they carried.
I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the bustling nightscape outside. No matter how late I worked, New York never slept—this city was eternally alive. But my mate? She slept eternally underground.
