Chapter10

"How did you get this scar?" My voice was suddenly, frighteningly calm. Seeing me calm down, the tension in his jaw relaxed slightly. "Probably cut it in my sleep, sleepwalking," he said casually, rubbing the hideous scar. "Woke up bleeding like crazy. Took weeks, lots of medicine, to finally scab over." My nails dug deep into my palms. What kind of sleepwalking causes such a precise gunshot wound? A memory flashed back to that rainy night—when Liam took me away in his wolf form, Oliver had indeed vanished from behind the floor-to-ceiling window. And this scar was in the exact same spot as Liam's silver bullet wound. "Get out." I suppressed a tremble, my voice cold as ice. "We're over. Don't ever let me see you again in this lifetime." Back home, I immediately hired a private investigator. The findings were chilling—Oliver had also vanished without a trace during the time I was 'kidnapped.' Even more bizarre, all records indicated they had never appeared in the same place at the same t