Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I felt the bed, not finding her, so I reached over and turned
on the lamp.
She wasn’t here. The sheets were rumpled and still warm,
though.
“Winter?” I barked louder.
Dammit, girl…
I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom and
dressing room, finding them both empty. Leaving the room, I
headed down to her bedroom and swung the door open, but
she wasn’t there, either. My heart pumped harder, and I bit the
corner of my mouth to keep my nerves in fucking check.
Maybe she was in the ballroom.
I walked to the railing, about to head down the stairs but
saw Crane move across the foyer.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
He stopped and looked up, meeting my eyes.
But then dropped them again.
“Fuck you, where is she?” I snapped.
“A car picked her up,” he told me, looking like he really
didn’t want to. “She said she’ll be at St. Killian’s and back in a
couple days.”
“And you let her leave?”
He closed his mouth, averting my eyes. Why the fuck did I
hire extra security if he was just going to let her come and go
like that?
“It wasn’t my impression she was a prisoner, sir,” he said.
“Was it your impression that I might eat ice cream out of
your skull for not telling me she was going?”
He tightened his lips.
“Was she upset?” I asked. Do you know that at least?
“She seemed troubled, yes,” he answered. “Said she just
wanted to have some space to think.”