(Dion's POV)
"Sorry, sir, but there isn't anyone with this name or description," the nurse conveyed to me. So far, I have searched each and every hospital Myra could possibly be in, but it was all for not. None of the victims matched her description, nor did I trace her fragment anywhere, which made me question myself for just a second.
I shook my head, dispersing all these senseless thoughts, 'No, I am not wrong. What I felt was all real. It is definitely Myra's scent. I can't mistake that intoxicating fragrance for something else. She is my mate, and I can't mistake her for someone else. No, never.'
