"Search the area!"
Lennox's command cut through the noise of the port. His guards scattered immediately, fanning out to hunt for any sign of Leonardo. A dry, humorless laugh escaped him. He hated how easily guilt had crept into his chest. Maybe that was why he suspected Leonardo had slipped away in the beginning. He'd always prided himself in patience and control, but this was getting out of hand.
His gaze locked on Donovan. The man stood there, arms crossed, looking far too calm for Lennox's liking. He strode toward him with deliberate steps.
"Where is Leonardo?" his voice was edged with barely restrained anger. "He's not the type to run. So where the hell is he?"
Donovan arched a brow, unfazed. "And I'm supposed to know because…?" His voice dropped with mockery. "We were all here, remember? Maybe if you weren't so fixated on me like some jilted lover, you'd still have him under your watch. Go look for him, and stop bothering me."
