This is the good thing about knowing Coraline Whittaker. I’ve known she was a flight risk since the moment I met her and I knew that when I told her about Stephen and our plan, I’d need insurance on her wings. So, while the nipple rings I’d gifted her had been innocent, they were also microchipped. “God damn it.” I mutter, staring at her pinpointed location. “What? Where is she?” “I’ll give you one fucking guess.”
