Didn't mean she was, either. I ignored the fear that rose with the thought and hurried on. The garage had eight levels, and we found Ilianna's car on the seventh.
She wasn't in it.
I swore vehemently and punched the roof of her Jeep hard enough to actually dent it.
"There are security cameras dotted around this place," Azriel commented. "I would suggest you avoid such outbursts unless you wish company."
I flexed my fingers, somehow managed to control the somewhat insane desire to continue to take my frustration out on Ilianna's car, and peered in through the windows instead. And there, sitting on the front seat, were not only her phone, but her purse and coat as well.
Ilianna might have left her phone behind if it had gone dead, but she sure as hell wouldn't have left her purse.
Something had happened to her.
"Damn it!" I all but exploded. "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know—"
"Neither do I," I cut in, voice bitter. I leaned back against the car and closed my eyes. "This day has just gone from bad to fucking worse. Maybe we should just quit while we're ahead."
"A sentiment I would agree with, except for the fact that Hunter, at the very least, would not be pleased by such an event."
As if on cue, my phone rang. And the tone told me it was Hunter.
"The bitch obviously has her phone linked to my thoughts," I muttered, but nevertheless dug it out of my pocket and hit the ANSWER button. "No, I haven't found her yet. I haven't found anyone fucking yet."
Amusement touched her lips, though it did little to lift the shadows from her bright eyes. "I take it the day has not been a good one for you."
"No. Ilianna has gone missing." I paused. "I don't suppose you'd know anything about that, would you?"