Angelina paced round Zayden's room worriedly. Clenching her fist, and pursing her lips in displeasure each time she looked through the window but there wasn't any sign of him.
Repeatedly trying to feel his presence and scent if he was near, it didn't work. Nothing she was doing to find him seems to be working. His mind link seems to be cut off, and it felt like it was an intentional act.
She bit her index finger in anger, drawing blood from it in order to cause herself pain.
It was only by doing it that she was able to calm herself down as it had been a habit.
Walking towards the cupboard, she picked up his cell phone from the table.
It had a passcode on it, and in one trial while she was staring at the phone, Angelina was able to immediately guess the password.
First of all, she went through to his gallery to surprisingly find pictures of herself in them. A little smile outstretched on her lips, and she went further into checking out more of her photos in his phone.