Sidney Price stared at the woman on the bed and felt his hope crumble all over again. This was not Serena... But the person in the other room was indeed Owen so... where was Serena? She was still out there, somewhere, and he had come so close—closer than ever before—and yet, here he was, standing in a room with a stranger. But the person in the other room was indeed Owen.
And this woman was indeed the victim that had been rescued from the carnage. So where in the world was Serena? How had he gone from being on the verge of finding her last night to not having a single clue about her whereabouts now?
Sidney exhaled sharply, frustration boiling over as he ran a hand through his hair. He turned abruptly to his assistant, his eyes hard with anger and impatience. "What happened? What's been going on? Tell me everything!"