437 THIRTEEN YEARS OLD

"What do you mean by she is not at home?!" Kace was infuriated by the phone call that came from Lana. She just told him that Hope was not in the school when she went to pick her up like usual and her phone couldn't be reached. 

His grip on the glass tightened before it shattered into a thousand pieces when Kace ended the phone call with Lana.

The man next to him raised his eyebrows questioningly, yet he didn't seem surprised by the sudden outburst or with the way the wound on Kace's hand healed faster than a normal human.

The moment he asked about what was happening, the skin on Kace's palm had mended together, leaving only traces of blood. 

"My girl is not home." Kace answered that man's question, grumbling as he took his jacket and hastily went out of the bar.